Death By Sour Cream.

Didn't want to throw out even more sour cream, so Googled Sour Cream Pancakes. Up pops Pioneer Woman's husband's grandmother's Edna Mae's Sour Cream Pancakes. Which of course I could have found right in Pioneer Woman's cookbook in my cupboard.

This recipe calls for one cup of sour cream, which is just what I have. And 7 tablespoons of flour. Weird, huh?

Pioneer Woman advises to stack as many on the plate as you can with tons of butter and syrup. I take her advice. Which amounted to eating six of the eight pancakes the recipe made. I'm afraid that's a generous heaping helping of sour cream by anyone's standards. It's a good thing Mike reads my blog (most of the time) so if I am seriously cold and white and clammy in the morning he will know what happened. I turned into sour cream. Anyway, these pancakes had less than one tablespoon of flour in each. Weird, huh?

These pancakes were good. I enjoyed them a lot. Am wondering if I got a little salt and baking soda happy, as they did have a salty-ish baking soda twang to them. This is the kind of food I would enjoy having about twice a year, maybe 4 times year. I still like Pioneer Woman's website pancakes better, Perfect Pancakes, or whatever she calls them. Of course, I liked them best the first time I made them and I don't know what happened the second time, oh well. Am still wondering what I did with CDW'S pancake recipe she invented. Must try those soon. But sour cream pancakes, by Edna Mae, are keepers. I have a recipe in my file called Fly Off the Plate Pancakes, but it only used 2.5 tablespoons of sour cream. How wimpy.

The Rays are trying for a "miraculous" comeback in this game, managing to tie it up in the top of the 9th, after a very lackluster outing to this point. They are in a major snag. Did you know there have only been NINETEEN perfect games pitched in ALL the history of baseball? Stop and meditate on that for a moment. Amazing. Now, realize that Perfect Games Eighteen and Nineteen were courtesy of the Rays, last July and yesterday. Stop and meditate on that for a moment. AMAZING. Like I said, the Rays are a strange commodity, the Best and the Worst, all rolled into one. I know all this because I'm married to a sports nut.

Extra Innings,
KEM