The Swedes always take credit for these, as well as for Norwegian meatballs. I don't really know what the perfect origins were, but in MY home, as I grew up... they were NORWEGIAN.
I wish I could tell you how good these are. Just give it a try sometime...
a smattering of flour to medium consistency
a dab of melted butter
a small amount of milk
a dab of sugar...
That's all I can tell you. There were never any measurements in our house. My mom knew exactly what consistency they should be, and then into the large teflon pan they went... rolled around to the edges like crepes, a little thicker, but a-ma-zing-ly delicous!!
She let them turn into a golden brown and flipped them, then popped them out as they were done, into a half fold and a quarter fold. As we took them from the plate, we opened them, filled them with good stuff and rolled them up like a tube and down they went! In case there were any left overs, my brother came in the next day and ate whatever was left... cold, and quick!
I still make them, but not as often as my mother did. It is a lot of work to stand there and crank them out one at a time. She never complained. I DO! You can't make them en-masse, just one at a time... a loooong time. Still... it's more than worth it. Right Felisol?? (My Norwegian sister)...
We sprinkled sugar or maple syrup or fruit jam onto the pancakes, and ate until we were stuffed.
I do hope that in a section of heaven, my mom is up there making Norwegian pancakes for all of the 'saints.' It has to be a recipe that God thought up. It's that good!