I think an old, creased, syrup-spotted, melted butter-stained, soft from age and use recipe is a piece of art. Something that lays flat on the counter quietly holding the power to do all these things: be multiplied and halved, be talked about and asked about, nourish us and warm us, introduce us and tighten us, sit us down and put us to bed, connect us to our grandmother's mother to whom we owe more than our heads can ever fathom.
This is a recipe for Finnish Pancakes. It is a delightful recipe! Make it for some bodies you love, and/or some bodies you want to nourish, to warm, to tighten to yours.
Then write the recipe down for yourself and get to staining & creasing it up.
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