It’s about a food that I loathe. Normally, it would be perfectly fine to loathe a food, because all you have to do is just not eat it, right? In this case, however, I can’t avoid eating it.
Because it’s my mother’s favorite thing to cook.
They’re called German Pancakes, also known as Puff Pancakes. It’s an egg-based batter that, when baked, puffs up in the oven and then deflates so you can eat it with toppings like fruit, syrup, or whipped cream. They taste like really thick, eggy crepes. Frankly, it’s just wrong.
But I’ve never had the heart to tell her. Whenever she makes them, which is frequently, I eat a single one to be polite before I excuse myself.