France doesn’t have Bisquick.
I said it like a fact.
Like saying the sky is blue or French has too many silent letters.
Yann in his Frenchness reminded me,
“We make crêpes. And galettes.”
A pause.
“We don’t make pancakes.”
Agreed. Sure. Fine. Cultural differences. Elegance. Thin batter. Butter everywhere. Très bien.
But still—
France doesn’t have Bisquick.
That was the beginning, when I first arrived in France.
I started experimenting.
Flour. Eggs. Milk. Hope.
Too thin? Crêpe.
Too thick? Regret.
Too flat? Start again.
Some mornings: victory.
Golden, fluffy, pancakes.
A small personal revolution on a plate.
Other mornings – cereal.
It’s amazing what you could do when you are determined.
Soon there after- l got the pancake number down. No bisquick, jamais!
recipe to follow if you would like.
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