In Munich the head waiter had never heard of buckwheat cakes.
None of us care for rolled oats and we all like buckwheat cakes.
With it were connected visions of future buckwheat cakes and maple sirup.
Off went the spots like buckwheat cakes of a cold winter-morning!
“Give the poor thing some buckwheat cakes, Miranda,” she said.
When they are light, bake them on a griddle ...