One of my favorite undergrad memories was when a roommate decided to make pancakes. She offered me pancakes as well, and of course I accepted. Who declines pancakes?! Well, thirty minutes later I had a plate of beautiful, golden brown pancakes sitting in front of me waiting to be devoured. I eagerly dug in, only to discover that while lovely, these pancakes we raw in the middle; ooey-gooey, runny, raw. One bite in, we both stopped, exchanged glances, and burst out laughing. So much for pancakes that day...
These pancakes are much different than those oozey ones. They have a crispy outside and subtly sweet flavor, punctuated by tart cranberries. I wish I could take all the credit for the idea, but alas, I cannot. A cute little restaurant in Chicago, called The Bongo Room, is where I first ordered cranberry cornmeal pancakes. It's been a good while since I had those, but I think these come pretty close to measuring up :)
