The Pimienta Pancakes
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tains all the time he was putting me up the pancake tree. Oh, I got over it after a while. But the boys kept the racket up.”
“Did you make these cakes by the famous recipe?” I asked.
“Didn’t I tell you there wasn’t no receipt?” said Jud. “The boys hollered pancakes till they got pancake hungry, and I cut this recipe out of a newspaper. How does the truck taste?”
“They’re delicious,” I answered. “Why don’t you have some, too, Jud?”
I was sure I heard a sigh.
“Me?” said Jud. “I don’t never eat ’em.”
