I made old fashioned oatmeal for the boys this morning (bananas for Oliver, bananas, pecan, raisins, cranberries for Daniel, and butter, milk, cinnamon, and brown sugar for both), and had just enough left over to fill the bottom of a small one-cup container. I popped it into the fridge, intending to enjoy it as a snack with some protein later. When later arrived, the oatmeal plopped whole, a patty, into my tiny waiting dish; it occurred to me that here, much like discs of polenta, was something else I could fry up in butter. And so I did.
Poking around the internet, this is not a new idea. Oh, well. The lingering buttered cinnamon smell will make up for the de-revelation.