Who decreed that pancakes must be a doughy, one-dimensional breakfast food? Who made up the rule that syrup must taste of maple? These are habits acquired from the past when food was fuel and not yet a playground for creative adults.
I love maple syrup, especially the real stuff my Dad used to make from the sap extracted from our maple trees during the cold Maine winters. But really we can think beyond tradition can’t we? Break the rules? Thumb our nose at the ancestors?
Or am I committing sins against comfort food? Why change what generations have thought was perfect? Who has the right to commit such sacrilege?
Not a bit. This syrup is too good. These pancakes can be served for breakfast, lunch, supper, or as an appetizer.