The first time I had buckwheat pancakes was at a maple syrup festival out in the middle of nowhere PA (or at least, the ride sure felt like it at the time – I was probably 8). My neighbor and I went with the naturalist from our local park. During the long car ride there, she asked us trivia questions and would give us a penny or nickel for each correct question. Compared to that trivia game, the syrup festival seemed pretty uneventful, but I will always remember sitting at the long picnic tables and eating the funny colored pancakes (buckwheat) smothered in local maple syrup.
Nowadays, I would appreciate a syrup festival a whole lot more, and being so close to the Canada border here in Buffalo means that I really should take advantage of that by finding one closeby. In the meantime, I can make my own buckwheat pancakes to remind me of that day, and smother it with some local maple syrup bought from the grocery store. [Read more…]