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| pancake at Maples |
I adore breakfast. Who could just resist the sweet aroma of just cooked garlic fried rice and a side of longganisa or cheese omelette with ham or even just a perfectly cooked sunny side up egg sprinkled with some salt? Or even better, pancakes or waffles. Fluffy orbs dusted with some powdered sugar then slathered with butter and syrup. And if the flapjacks in question are as big as the plate it sits on, then I'll just jump on my feet and shout for joy.
