Sunday, October 20, 2013

Flip, sizzle, change, repeat

These flap jacks
Sizzling a'pan
A total shift from the normal rift
Running through my Sunday stay
Like so many things
suddenly coming to mind

Autumnal color changes as this plate for the bowl
The weekend and work, indistinguished
But maybe now, a stage finished
and I'm ready to move on.

Pancakes are no harbinger of life
But emotion, color: red and rosy hue
Love and desire: taste and wonder
These things do beckon for the first in some time
Wherein I spent in wander.

Well, whatever I think
However two steps ahead seem to follow
A path long wandered
and a step fewer
I know I feel more real and true
In a first of forevers
and am certain
Sundays are better begun with a sizzle than a stir
A dollop of Pumpkin butter - Cranberry compote atop

Pancakes, Overnight, Arising for One
Per three silver-dollars...
a quarter cup whole-meal flour (sour like rye)
a tablespoon dry buttermilk, 1/2 teaspoon baking soda and powder
-better together- pinch of salt, and plenty of spice.
1/8 cup quick oats to texture the taste, 2 tsp molasses to deepen the mood
1 tsp yeast, begun in warm water - 1/4 cup or so - sprinkled with sugar
a few tablespoons wheat gluten - white flour if you have none such vital tool
a half-egg beaten light

All combined and left overnight
Fried up fast, flipped once and topped right
however you might...

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