Breakfast Pancakes

I called these ‘breakfast pancakes’ simply because, in my early youth, when we were living in a very small village on the border of West and Central Java, south of Cirebon, this was our family breakfast on at least three days of the week. The serabi were not made at home, but bought from a lonely street vendor, an elderly woman who set up her tray and cooking pot not very far from our house, and I was always the one who would go and buy the serabi at 6 o’clock in the morning. We would have