Creativity Part Two - Pancakes

Lovely morsels, aren't they?  Generally a breakfast food, they supply a meal anytime you're needing fast food.  Well, unless I'm cooking them, that is.
In the glory days of my husband's and my budding romance, I served pancakes.  I had followed the recipe ever so closely.  When the first few pancakes turned out like leather, I concluded that I needed more baking powder.  Still leather.  More baking powder.  Fluffy leather.  Finally after about 10 teaspoons of baking powder (which I was beginning to realize was as dead as the dinasaurs) I served my creations to an unsuspecting team of young adults.  They politely gagged down a few bites, and diplomatically admitted with me that they were inadmissible to the digestive tract.  With a gleam in his eyes, my beau picked up one and threw it -- Frisbee style -- which was caught by my ever so faithful best friend on the team.  I could have cried. Or NOT!  I picked up the next platter of goo and joined the fun.  When one would finally collapse (we were counting the number of throws it took) we'd head to the next… and the next… and … you get the picture.
Since then, I've learned a few tricks of the trade.  If I sift the flour and other dry ingredients all together, add all the liquid ingredients in a separate bowl and be sure to beat the eggs slightly (all per instructions), I am able to serve a quick meal of light, fluffy pancakes to my drooling offspring.
Until tonight.  I thought maybe the milk might be a little too sour, but decided to go for it.  You see, the toilet had plugged, there was yellowish water all over the bathroom floor, the kids were grumpy, I had run out of the main ingredient (rice) that I was going to use for supper, so needed something fast.  I threw it all together, milk curds and all.  What resulted were not pancakes.  They took forever to cook (likely something to do with the density), and were lightly browned, flat blobs.  They sat in hideous little dry puddles on our plates.  We tried butter and syrup, then more syrup, but only ate what we had to fill the void left from a very late supper.  I'm not quite sure how it all started, but the remaining pancakes were soon transformed into rubber balls… that actually bounced a little.  A few drops of water, and they bounced even more.  Then they gradually took on the shape of whatever figure entered our imagination.  My kids and I were having a blast!  Eventually they lost interest, but my creativity lived on.  I remembered something about salt holding things together, and assumed that that had to be the reason salt was such a large ingredient in homemade play dough.  I poured in some salt.  To my delight, it started to hold together.  I added the last two dough patties and some more water; poured on yet more salt; rescued it's esthetic qualities with a package of Kool-Aid; kneaded thoroughly; called the kids over.  My little girl is still playing with the pink goo about a half-hour later.  I love ingenuity.
Well, I guess it's about time to do something else… like mop the floor in the bathroom. Oh, don't worry, I won't nuke the mop head.  But I will have to wash it thoroughly.  I don't relish the idea of a bodily ammonia filled cleaning utensil.  My creativity stops here.