I now had a quart of buttermilk and no plans for it.
I searched the internet for a recipe that I thought sounded delicious and decadent that would make good use of the buttermilk, whole milk, and butter.
Having recently purchased some particularly wonderful bacon it seemed this breakfast may have been meant to be.
The pancakes were topped with some of the syrup of Vermont local my mother knows, regularly brings back from her trips home for her friends.
I ended up chickening out at the last moment and making my husband cook them on the stove while I watched. I would have felt terrible if I completely ruined breakfast. This recipe makes a very serious stack of pancakes.