Aunt Jemima’s Lil’ Griddles Offer Some Big Taste in Some Adorable Mini Servings
When I was growing up, weekends were just the best. Okay, well, that certainly still holds true. But what I mean is, I loved waking up on a Saturday to the smell of my mom warming up the griddle. She didn’t do it every weekend, but probably a few times a month, my mom would whip up a batch of pancakes for breakfast. Sometimes plain. Sometimes blueberry. And sometimes, surprisingly, chocolate chip! Yeah, my mother …