Here's a recipe that puts a slight twist on regular old pancakes. The inclusion of rye flour affords marginal health benefits while adding flavor and a little heartiness to your flapjacks. Put them on a breakfast plate with butter and maple syrup. Also, too, if you make the batter thin enough and the cakes small enough, they are very elegant blini. The extra flavor and mouth-feel from the rye might overwhelm your fine caviar, so throw them on a platter of lox or other smoked fish.
We never used rye flour, but this is reminiscent of the buckwheat pancakes that "HardNosedRealist" (aka mrs._philosoph) and I used to make back in the Pleistocene right after we got together.
I will assume that the bacon was still on the griddle.
I get the 3-lb big-ass bacon pack at Costco, cook it all up in one big sloppy orgy of bacon-frying, and freeze the cooked strips in sammich bags. (Bonus is about a cup of bacon fat -- nothing's better for cast-iron pans.) 15 seconds in the microwave, and they're sizzling like nothing ever happened to them. The whole point of the exercise, of course, is that you only have to clean up the greasy stovetop one time.
Oof. Never even thought to try that. Hung over, sure, but actually under the influence would have been a bad idea. Triethylaluminum and t-butyllithium were scary enough when you were sober.
Rye or no rye, that is one sorry ass looking plate of breakfast.
We never used rye flour, but this is reminiscent of the buckwheat pancakes that "HardNosedRealist" (aka mrs._philosoph) and I used to make back in the Pleistocene right after we got together.
Routinely did the same, at 5:00 am after dancing all night at the Ritz. Good times.
I will assume that the bacon was still on the griddle.
I get the 3-lb big-ass bacon pack at Costco, cook it all up in one big sloppy orgy of bacon-frying, and freeze the cooked strips in sammich bags. (Bonus is about a cup of bacon fat -- nothing's better for cast-iron pans.) 15 seconds in the microwave, and they're sizzling like nothing ever happened to them. The whole point of the exercise, of course, is that you only have to clean up the greasy stovetop one time.
Oof. Never even thought to try that. Hung over, sure, but actually under the influence would have been a bad idea. Triethylaluminum and t-butyllithium were scary enough when you were sober.
Now you've got me eagerly anticipating a recipe for butt-pancakes.