I feel like pikelets are one of those dishes you are supposed to grow out of as you progress on to pancakes. I remember cooking them for lunch with my parents when I was young, we'd slather them in the most delicious strawberry jam that had been made by either myself, my Mum or my Nan. There are so many jars in the cupboard that the hand-written label is the only feature which allows us to distinguish between makers. Jam aside, pikelets are such a nostalgic eat, but I thought I'd put a (kind of) grown up spin on them. Maple-walnut butter is just as good as it sounds, and even better with fresh slices of banana.
