Bacon Pancakes… Oh, yeah!

I got up at 6:00 this morning, made myself a nice cup of Gevalia coffee… and started frying up some bacon.

Matt Blum of the Geek Dad blog, had a post about his recent experience making bacon pancakes and, since I’m a bacon aficionado, I thought I’d give it a try. My daughter was game, too, but we had to leave for a horse show at 7:45, so I had no choice but to get started early… on a Saturday, no less!

So I fried up a pound of brown sugar cured bacon. We didn’t eat the whole pound, but hey… I opened the package, so it might as well get cooked, huh? …there are worse things…

Bacon Pancakes - The Bacon

Having filled the kitchen with the spectacular aroma of bacony goodness, I went to work on the pancake batter. I will admit that I skimped on this part, as I used some Crusteaz pancake mix. Matt Blum made his from scratch and I will acknowledge his batter superiority, but hey… I was on a timeline here. I did, however, add a bit of the bacon grease to the batter for some extra flavor.

Bacon Pancakes - The Batter

All that was left to do was griddle me up some pancakes! Taking Matt’s advice, and taking into consideration the ease of griddle cake flipping, I decided to tear a piece of bacon in half for each pancake instead of making a long, bacon-shaped pancake. It worked fairly well. I did three combinations.

  1. Batter then bacon then more batter on top of the bacon
  2. Bacon directly on the griddle topped with batter
  3. At Megan’s suggestion, the inverse of the first version – Bacon on the griddle, topped with batter, topped with more bacon. (!!!)

Here is version #2 about to come off the griddle.

Bacon Pancakes - On the Griddle

Megan got the first batch of two pancakes. She ate both of those and a small part of a third. I ate four of the #2 version. Nobody ate the one pancake that was version #3. We were both way too stuffed at that point.

Of course, pancakes aren’t complete without butter (real butter) and maple syrup (real maple syrup). Yes, Yes. I know there was already bacon in the pancakes and bacon grease in the batter (we added more for the second batch, by the way, because the batter didn’t have enough of a bacony flavor), but that doesn’t preclude adding butter. It’s a different category of fat. Now move along.

Bacon Pancakes - Plated and ready to eat!

In retrospect, I think that they would be easier to eat if the bacon were cut into smaller pieces… perhaps squares. A more even distribution of bacon within the pancake would be a definite enhancement. That said, they were still awesome. Megan gave them a thumbs up.

Bacon Pancakes - Thumbs up!

After eating four of the pancakes, it was a long time before I was ready for lunch.

…and there is some bacon left over. Hmmm…

Fun With Extemporaneous Poetry

poetry Back in college, I used to write a lot of poetry, being an English major and all. I took two poetry classes (though I shouldn’t have taken the 2nd one) but wrote poems mainly for fun. I like rhymes. Poetry that doesn’t rhyme is just prose with bad formatting. The teacher of my second poetry class didn’t agree with me… which is why I never should have taken the class (the teacher of the first class… where I got a A… even warned me about that).

One time I was sitting in the library studying with a friend and writing an occasional small poem for my own amusement and for hers. I think I made a boast that I could write a poem about whatever animal (or thing… I forget) she wanted me to write about. So she said "armadillo." I wrote a quick 4-line poem that was pretty silly, so she said, "anemone."

Much internal cursing ensued, but I ended up writing one of my favorite silly poems which I still quote to some people even today when the situation warrants.

I mentioned this story to my daughter tonight, so of course she wanted to issue her own challenges… and here are the results.

Challenge #1: Goose

Russell’s Plight

Russell was a fuzzy goose
With feathers soft as silk.
He ate strange things like peppercorns
Crushed up in sour milk.

And though his silky feathers gleamed,
He had a heavy heart.
For Russell couldn’t fly, you see.
All he could do was fart.

That got a pretty good laugh from my daughter, but I really took a cheap shot there with the fart joke. That will make any self-respecting kid laugh. Then came another challenge.

Challenge #2: Peanut Butter Pancakes (…and much internal cursing ensued)

Peanut Butter Pancakes

Our peanut butter pancakes come
In thirteen different flavors.
I’m kidding. They just come in one
And this is how we make ours.

With peanut butter (only smooth)
And flour, eggs, and butter
And sometimes just a bit of rum.
Yes, rum. I didn’t stutter.

We cook them up (without the rum)
And serve them on a platter,
Then eat them with our pirate swords
And that makes quite a clatter!

We drink the rum, sing pirate songs,
And what a racket that makes!
Because there is no better loot
Than peanut butter pancakes!

Great reaction. No cheap shot (other than the rum). Happy ending. Off to bed. No more poems. Good night…

"Can we write poems again tomorrow?"

(…and much internal cursing ensued)