I'll have to look up the Dutch name later, but the English menu called these deluctable fried treats "midget pancakes." They are fluffier, moister, more buttery than any pancakes I've met before. And dusted with powdered sugar, ohhh my.
This blog started as a chronicle of cross-country and European travels before business school. It's since morphed into an occasional dip into ballpark trips and foodie ventures, and now we take a big hop across the pond for a new European adventure. Come along for the tour!