Breakfast For Dinner

There is an ongoing science experiment in our fridge.  It gets fed semi-regularly, occasionally makes a heck of a mess, and smells like old socks.  While we don't take it around the block for a walk, we have been known to tenderly handle--nay, to baby-- the contents of a sizable petri dish.  What is this stinky concoction, you may ask?  A gastronomical delight...sourdough start!  

We have a tasty tradition of converting our refrigerator pet into sourdough pancakes for dinner on the first Sunday of each month.   Add a dollop of my mother-in-law's raspberry jam to the stack, and I'm in paradise.  Bart prefers a drizzle of homemade buttermilk syrup for his poison.

Due to scheduling conflicts, the monthly carb-fest was honored tonight rather than over the weekend. While I worked out downstairs in anticipation of the breakfast-y goodness, my Kitchen Kamikaze whipped up a feast for the eyes and the palate.  I had picked up some deeply discounted kitchen gadgets at Cr@te & B@rrel's post-Christmas extravaganza, and...voila! Check out Bart's masterful griddle handiwork.   Eggs over easy and pancakes.  Or snowflakes. Or snowcakes!