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...

Mix n' Mash

Monstrously pumpkin
Sickly autumnal
Pumpkin butter
Halloween
Everything orange, gold, red, and green
Spread between baked bread
Sourdough from my Henion

In its (stagram) glory

buttery, balled up tight

so as to stay by me

morning

noon

won't last to night...

Pumpkin Buttery good.

1/2 cup Brown Sugar
2 tsp Blackstrap Molasses
1 tbsp Cinnamon
1 tsp Ginger
1/2 tsp allspice + some nutmeg?
1/4 cup Apple CIder
1 tsp citrus juiced
1 1/2 cups pumpkin pureed

Lost in the Middle

A place between summer sun
Winter weather
Snowflakes and quiet sips of spicy tea
Autumn - I disapprove of fall
For fall suggests we fall from heights to doldrums
All I fall for is Orange foods and into the leaves raked high

Yes, it has been so very long since speaking last:
Baking, writing, testing, and work
Life is long but its days shortening
College I fear is my life
This latest equinox the waning light

I have not foregone the pan
Nay, nor the oven
These hands are rough in testament to that
and the love I feel for my new job at the Henion
and hard tasks, soft dough
and warm soul.

Still I find myself in a better place than I thought to see
through this difficult kaleidoscope
Not the spyglass set once on hard lines
and an empty horizon.

I still need to find my fix
but closer and less obscure:
Of this, I'm sure.

To pass the time? Some sweet, and savory
Treats to taste for.

 Pickling: Perhaps

Crust recaptured

Scones?

Poppyseed and lemon alone

Flannel Hash meet Latke Stack