Living in my husband's home town, he frequently finds the opportunity to show my a glimpse of his childhood. The other morning I decided it was high time to show him a glimpse of mine and set out to create one of the ultimate comfort foods of my childhood: sourdough pancakes.
Not trusting myself to eyeball the process and come up with a satisfactory "dough" I once again hit up the internet for some direction. Seriously, what did we do before internet searches? This recipe had all the right ingredients, so after quickly jotting down the proper quantities of each I headed back into the kitchen and got to work.
I made the doughs just as the recipe instructed up until the moment they went on the hot griddle. Then instead of using a large scoop of batter, I opted for a much smaller scoop and spread it thin like my Grandpa would have done. While the doughs were cooking fried several eggs over easy and a stirred up a small batch of Mapleine syrup for a complete George Ames Special: served with the eggs sandwiched in a stack of doughs.
Quite honestly, I was in breakfast heaven. The sourdough pancakes came out just like the ones I remember from my childhood. Superman wasn't quite so impressed (like me and fried bologna sandwiches), they just didn't taste right to his southern pallet. He ate them politely, then asked for "real pancakes" next time. He even turned down my offer for seconds ***SHRUG*** which worked well for me since I wanted the last stack for myself anyway. I polished off every single one of those doughs and even forgot to save one to eat for an afternoon snack all rolled up with peanut butter and jelly.