There are women in this conversation.
Dutch pancakes. Line the center with powdered sugar. Roll it up. Enjoy. You can even put fruit in it.
Substitute brown sugar for powdered sugar. Carry on with the rest. Yum!
(and did my Swedish grandparents ever give me weird looks when they saw me do this)
Mary is 50% older than you are, boy. Mind your elders.
If she's an elder, I suppose that makes me venerable (I'm 20 years older than Mary is).
But I do agree that honey is not the best addition. Pancakes ought to be covered in the aforementioned lemon and sugar or the confection known as dulce de leche (trans. milkzoet, misspell it at doce de leite within my eyesight at your bodily personal peril).
And if people can't have citrus?
Btw, the only reference I have for dulce de leche is because it's mentioned in the script of the musical "Guys and Dolls" (I worked on a production of that back in the spring of 1980).
How long did it take you to finally accept that?
I went through a time of having to give up chocolate and most sweet things. It's knowing the excruciating pain that would result from even a small indulgence that made me get used to it (it was frustrating when the typing clients would give me chocolate in lieu of a cash tip; that chocolate ended up being given to my dad, who enjoyed every bite).
No kidding, one year when my boyfriend and I autocratted the Silver Arrow Feast in our SCA branch's spring archery tournament, we went to one of the local bulk food places to do some of the shopping. I told him, "Excuse me a minute; I want to sniff the chocolate."
Literally. I'd open bin after bin, lean over it, and take a good whiff.
His reaction? "I don't know you.

" (presumably if anyone objected to me acting like an addict in search of a fix)
At that time I was basically living on milk, bananas, salmon, cottage cheese, and rice. Yes, it was a horribly monotonous diet, but that's what didn't cause any pain.