One time when we were young, a pot of milk based vegetable soup (traditional thing, you love it or hate it) was forgotten on the table when we went to party out of town for a day or two mid summer. When we got back, the soup was a few hours short of developing sentience, surprisingly no mold but quite lively. My friend turned that potful into thick American style pancakes and these were the best I’ve ever had
Oh, we were very young and on the verge of poverty. One didn’t go around wasting food