The Green Grass of SILVER BROWN

That Shit I Ate For Breakfast

Chocolate blueberry pancakes started out as just a concept that came to me one morning during a wake n’ bake. One I translated into a tangible product the following Sunday. (If you can dream it, you can do it?) The first batch turned out like this…


They were pretty good. The chocolate taste was detectable yet subtle. But some crazy part of me wanted more chocolate. So the next weekend I added an extra teaspoon of cocoa to the pancake cauldron, and a few handfuls of these things…

If Count Chocula had a nasty case of the runs, it would probably look like this.
The maiden pancake in its early embryonic stage. I’m aware of how scatologically suggestive this picture is, so there’s no need to point it out to me.
The finished product. It should be pointed out that accidentally making the pancakes extravagantly huge is one of the associated risks of doing this while high.

It was immediately apparent after the first couple of bites that there’s only so much chocolate one can put in pancake batter before the resultant product tastes more like a certain dessert than actual pancakes. I thought to myself: Gadzooks, am I eating chocolate cake for breakfast? Have I turned into one of those people?! The blueberries kicked in around Bite Number Three, instantly bringing my gastronomical chi back into balance and salvaging the whole experience from my nightmares. They didn’t overpower the chocolate flavour, opting instead to lurk in the background. Occasionally reminding me of what I was actually eating.

If the blueberry goodness was a character in this taste bud theatre, it’d be something like a benevolent version of Michael Myers.

These were actually way better-tasting as leftovers. Something about refrigerating them overnight restored the innate flapjackitude lost during the cooking process. Pancakes from the first bite, albeit weird-ass ones from another dimension. A dimension my stomach was pretty convinced was evil…


The next Sunday I nixed the cocoa entirely and only put in a small handful of chocolate chips. One of the pancakes from that batch looked at me funny…


The Journey of SILVER BROWN

Meditate on This, I Will

More of the summer will be spent on conceptualizing than on writing, methinks. The upcoming season will be ideal for that. I do my best thinking when I’m somewhere near a beach…


The Journey of SILVER BROWN

The Muse Kissed My Brain Last Week

On an otherwise typical Thursday night, the sandman flooded my dreams with images of a manuscript that was half novel and half comic book. Every other chapter was written in comic book form, and people would wonder at the marvel of it. I’m not sure if I would ever do a writing project like that myself, but it’s an interesting concept to ponder at least.

Can’t remember what the hell it was about. The plot was completely forgotten as soon as I checked the notifications on my phone upon waking. All I remember is the main character was a fish-out-of-water everyman in the tradition of Philip J. Fry, and its world was populated by a race of diminutive humanoids who communicated entirely in Shakespearean sonnet. Vaguely resembling the creature depicted in the image below, but with a penchant for wearing stately phallic headdresses.