When chef Mawa McQueen pushes a plate of pancakes toward me, I must admit: they look pretty standard. Dappled golden-brown with lacy edges and each measuring the height of three tines of a fork when cut (a generous quarter-inch), the pancakes have a moist, cloud-like texture. I take a bite and ponder the subtly sweet flavor. Something is … different.
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