Breakfast today was beyond definition. It was a three-way compilation, which, as a word of warning, can happen when a man is left alone in the kitchen, bleary-eyed and hungry.
It started with the simple observation that there was a pot of leftovers obscuring all else in the refrigerator. Removal of said pot revealed a container of cooked cabbage. Digging deeper revealed the eggs, as well as other containers harboring mysterious concoctions.
Creativity is like that. Some of the greatest inventions are crafted from the aggregation of necessity with available resources. And of course, blind optimism helps.
When all things were stirred together, mixed with “local” boar fat, made into little patties, and fried up on the grill, it was surprising to me that the neighbors were not lining up with their plates and utensils in hand! And the memory will be forever embellished by the fact that this recipe will not be replicated by any, except possibly the very brave, or the blind.
Addendum by Suzanne:
I asked Gerard this morning what the ingredients were in his “pancake” creation. He was elusive. It was then that I noticed that the vase of wilted and forgotten flowers was missing. Hmmm. I may never know. But at least they were all edible flowers.