I have had a pancake obsession all my life. When I was little, I would automatically navigate to pancakes on breakfast menus and was incredulous whenever anyone with me ordered something other than pancakes. “What is the point of an omelette when there are pancakes to be had?” I would wonder to myself, thinking I knew a secret no one else knew. As a kid, a trip to the International House of Pancakes was nearly as fun as going to Disneyland. At home, I’d practice my early pancake-making skills with those bright yellow boxes of mix.