Saturday, February 27, 2010
I planned to make sourdough pancakes for breakfast on Wednesday morning. The night before I made the sponge and left it on the counter for the next day.
In the morning, I made the coffee, then melted the stick of butter I needed to add to the batter. As it was melting in the microwave I went to get the eggs out of the refrigerator. Uh oh, no eggs there, so I ran down to the basement to look in our second refrigerator. None there either. Oh shoot. Plan B was to leave all there, have cereal for breakfast and then I would get eggs later and make the pancakes for lunch.
At 11:30, I called David to see if he would be willing to go get the eggs for me, oh and some sausage too, since I hadn't any. When he returned, I took the measuring cup with the previously melted butter and stuck it back into the microwave to remelt. Not too long after, we heard a loud bang, and various pops, and upon opening the microwave door discovered this lovely mess:
My microwave is now clean and we did finally get to eat the sourdough pancakes. They were good, but I don't want to have to go through this process again to enjoy them.