I made pancakes with my roommate this Wednesday, paired with a perfect fruit compote on the side, nestled next to a fried egg with a pesto smile. The whole thing was such sensory overload–in the good way that only food can really provide rn–that I almost wept. If you're feeling like 'cakes, Edith's article will get you in the mood. And you can masticate (ew sounds naughty) the rest of this week's goodness below over a perfect ratio of flapjack to syrup. Enjoy! —Amalie
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