This here is the one I got right. Witness the horror of the one I got wrong:
Let's get to the important bit - the recipe. I'll detail the mistakes afterwards.
Implements
- Frying type surface with appropriate heat source
- Spatula
- Sharp blade for chopping
Ingredients
- Sourdough harvest
- 1 button mushroom
- 3 olives
- Coconut oil for frying in
Instructions
- Chop your olives and mushroom.
I had olives with the pits in [why?] and no olive pitter, so I had to improvise.
Method: lay olive on stable surface. Lay knife flat on top of olive. Smash it! Smash it like you hate it. Remove pit from smooshed olive. Yay!
- Pre-heat your frypan to just below medium heat.
Patience is my kryptonite. See the comedy of errors below for further elucidation.
- Pour your harvest into the heated pan and sprinkle your chopped veg on top, then cover with lid.
The dude in the video I watched gives his five minutes. I've found that this doesn't work so great and leaving it until about a minute past it smelling delicious is what we need. I have not timed this, but when the mushrooms look cooked, it's time to flip it.
When you think it's in danger of being burned - by all means, check it, but I'll bet you dollars to doughnots that it's still very pale. Cook that side until it's a VERY nice brown. Maybe a little bit darker than the splash photo up top.
Verdict:
Miss T and Best Beloved both like enough to predate it down to nothing so, dependent entirely on my ability to can even, I will endeavour to make pretty round snackable pancakes out of this recipe the next time.
Miss T tells me that they're better with cheese.
And now the bit I'm certain you all secretly enjoy:
Mistakes!
I thought maybe mixing the savoury garnish into the harvest might make for some interesting flavour profiles. Well. I wasn't wrong.
I also added to much savoury garnish in the form of nine olives and two mushrooms.
- As mentioned previously, patience is not one of my virtues when it comes to frying things, so I poured prematurely, flipped early and, because of the aforementioned overloading of chunky bits, the whole thing lost integrity and turned into barely-edible chunky lumps.
Shame. Shame. Shame.
My ability to do anything is limited by the amount of flour I can get, so stay tuned for further whacky hijinks the next time Bread Day rolls around.