Pancakes.

With all her haughty looks, the time I've seen
When the proud damsel has more humble been;
When with nice airs she hoist the pancake round,
And dropt it, hapless fair! upon the ground.
SHENSTONE.

To three tablespoonfuls of flour add six well-beaten eggs, three
tablespoonfuls of white wine, four ounces of melted butter nearly cold,
the same quantity of pounded loaf sugar, half a grated nutmeg, and a
pint of cream. Mix it well, beating the batter for some time, and pour
it thin over the pan.
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