Krystyna

Speaking of pancakes ... I don't know why I just thought of this, but back in the stone age when I was a girl, on Fridays no one in our neighborhood ate meat. One Friday I was invited to a friend's house for dinner and was excited to learn that they were having pancakes. Well, you can imagine my shock and disappointment when they served ... PANCAKES! Like breakfast pancakes! Good grief! What was that? Dinner pancakes in my house meant delicate crepes filled with fruit preserves and a delectable mixture made of ricotta cheese, eggs and sugar and topped with a sprinkle of powdered sugar and a dollop of sour cream. THOSE were dinner pancakes. A month later I reciprocated the invitation. My poor friend was just as shocked ... but very happy. Her mother was not when she returned home to demand blinis.

Kelly, I'll be the dogs will like them!