Pancakes with White Cheese and Rose

At my house, there were always naleśniki (pancakes) waiting for me on Fridays after school. At school, I would dream about what I’d eat when I got home. There were so many options: my mom’s strawberry preserves, chocolate spread (my favorite at the time), or white cheese and seasonal fruits. My dad stood over the stove, frying tons of pancakes for me and my friends. Hovering over the hot pan for hours was his simple, wordless way of showing love. I like to think I inherited this from