Yes, gingerbread pancakes. I enjoyed them thoroughly on my ridiculous and disastrous attempt to leave Austin on Friday. My cousin took me to this little cafe, Magnolia something, and my eye was caught by the words pancakes. You see, I love pancakes. When I was a little girl, I could eat about 15 to 20 of my mothers pancakes in one sitting. Needless to say, my metabolism and hunger have abated quite a bit since then.
Anyway, I saw the words pancakes. And then, next to that, gingerbread. My head spun with the possibilities. I ordered them with strawberries inside, as fruit makes just about anything better. They were fantastic, a little lighter than actual gingerbread, but still very rich and with that thick taste. It dwelled on my tongue for a while afterwards, and the strawberries added quite a nice sweet, even lighter counterpoint to the gingerbread.
All the same, they were too rich for me. I couldn't finish them. I wanted to though...
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