I know you’re judging me right now for eating pancakes whilst doing the whole30. It’s okay, you can admit it. Sadly, the joke is on your clowns because these pancakes have no flour whatsoever.
Did you get that?
I won’t lie, not even a little. Pancakes (and caramel) are my arch nemesis. No matter how hard I try, my pancakes always look like crapola and you know what? I’m okay with it. I’m over it. I’m 28 motherfucking years old and if my pancakes aren’t perfect, it isn’t the end of the world.
Without further ado, I give you…
No joke, I’ve eaten these nearly every day I’ve been on the whole30. Apparently it is S.W.Y.P.O. (sex with your pants on) but I give no shits. I am not an egg person. Well, that isn’t true. But I’m not an egg minus the hollandaise sauce or without cheese person. They make me gag. These pancakes do not.