There’s something about buttery, crispy-edged pancakes that instantly transports me back to my childhood, right to the heart of my mom’s bright, yellow kitchen. She really had a talent for creating those golden beauties, and no boxed mix could ever compete. My mom had this knack for waiting just long enough for the batter to bubble before flipping and adding the perfect amount of butter to achieve that mouth-watering crispiness along the edges. It was like she had pancake superpowers that the rest of us just never quite inherited. So, whenever I’m fortunate enough to be served homemade pancakes with buttery crunchy edges, not those imposters frozen in a box, I’m flooded with memories of mom flipping pancakes while whistling to her favorite melodies. Add a cup of orange juice to the mix, and some Aunt Jemima syrup, and I’m practically sitting at her kitchen table, half-expecting her to tell me to finish my homework or stop playing with the cat. It’s amazing how a simple breakfast can bring such a warm, nostalgic smile to my face, and remind me of how much I still miss my mom and her crispy/edged pancakes.

