You know…

…most of the time I’m glad my neighbors are quiet, but every once in a while I get to feeling a little nostalgic and, well, I miss Stompy and Shouty and Next Door Neighbor. With these neighbors, I have no good stories!

To be fair, I am fascinated with one of them mostly because I can’t figure out who lives there or what’s going on–they of the Death Fridge–but life was much more exciting a few blocks away from here…

A mystery!

What am I (trying) to make? And don’t feel bad if you can’t figure it out – neither Holmes nor Tony know what’s going on either:

If it turns out well, I’ll report back. I promise.

I heart breakfast for dinner!

Even though I still have pasta to be eating, I didn’t feel like that today, so I took stock of my other leftovers and found buttermilk. Buttermilk and blueberries. What to make…what to make…OH, I KNOW!

A giant, giant stack of the honest-to-god best blueberry buttermilk pancakes EVER! I halved the recipe and still ended up with five huge pancakes (they’re all stacked up there just for show – I only ate three of them for dinner, I promise).

Smitten Kitchen’s got a lot of really helpful tips there along with the amazing recipe and…I’m sorry, I can’t really concentrate on this post because I’m also watching lovely, lovely Craig Ferguson and he’s distracting me with his silver fox hilarity.

So, in conclusion, make these pancakes. Uh, and watch Craig Ferguson, of course.