Yes, I know, it's not like frost. But here in California this qualifies as chilly.Oliver went out for a short walk and I decided to make a Dutch Baby for breakfast to warm up the apartment. Here is how our conversation went when he came home:
Oliver: mmmm, smells good, what are you making?
Emily: a Dutch Baby!
Oliver: [blank horrified stare] a WHAT??
I guess they don't have Dutch Babies in Germany. I pointed to the recipe in the cookbook and Oliver was pleased to learn that it is more or less a giant popover and really has nothing to do with babies. Or the Dutch.
In the oven:
Out of the oven:
And on to the breakfast table:
I don't think that baby lasted 5 minutes. Yum!
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