When I was about ten my mother baked a Dutch Baby from a recipe in the.NYTimes magazine. It was called David Eyre’s pancake. I have the original. It has been a favorite from the first bite. I’ve baked it hundreds of times, for my three sons as they went off to school, on weekends, and now for my ten grandchildren. Holly Ebel, Rochester, Mn.
I made this for breakfast on Sunday. It was much easier to make than I thought it would be and turned out wonderful. My son (6yo) loved watching it change through the oven window. We had lots of hills and volcanos lol. And when it was time to eat I sliced it into wedges and he said it shouldn't be called a pancake but breakfast pizza
I made a giant Yorkshire pudding last week that bore a suspicious resemblance to a Dutch Baby, but then it's amazing what a difference gravy versus maple syrup can make. I marvel at the versatility of eggs, flour, and milk. Either sweet or savory, it makes for an impressive sight emerging from my oven! Love the addition of lemon zest you mention. Hmm.
I've always wondered about them. They look delicious.
Being Pennsylvania-German on my mom's side--the common misnomer is Pennsylvania Dutch--I always like to try foods that are part of the German heritage. But, in Central Pennsylvania, they eat Fastnachts--it has its own list of spelling variants depending on if you're using true High German or other dialects. They are a yeast-based dough fried donuts. The word itself means the night before the fast.
But since my husband has family from Baton Rouge: Laissez les bons temps rouler!
When I was about ten my mother baked a Dutch Baby from a recipe in the.NYTimes magazine. It was called David Eyre’s pancake. I have the original. It has been a favorite from the first bite. I’ve baked it hundreds of times, for my three sons as they went off to school, on weekends, and now for my ten grandchildren. Holly Ebel, Rochester, Mn.
I made this for breakfast on Sunday. It was much easier to make than I thought it would be and turned out wonderful. My son (6yo) loved watching it change through the oven window. We had lots of hills and volcanos lol. And when it was time to eat I sliced it into wedges and he said it shouldn't be called a pancake but breakfast pizza
I made a giant Yorkshire pudding last week that bore a suspicious resemblance to a Dutch Baby, but then it's amazing what a difference gravy versus maple syrup can make. I marvel at the versatility of eggs, flour, and milk. Either sweet or savory, it makes for an impressive sight emerging from my oven! Love the addition of lemon zest you mention. Hmm.
I've always wondered about them. They look delicious.
Being Pennsylvania-German on my mom's side--the common misnomer is Pennsylvania Dutch--I always like to try foods that are part of the German heritage. But, in Central Pennsylvania, they eat Fastnachts--it has its own list of spelling variants depending on if you're using true High German or other dialects. They are a yeast-based dough fried donuts. The word itself means the night before the fast.
But since my husband has family from Baton Rouge: Laissez les bons temps rouler!
This is a beautiful post, Anne. And thanks for the shout-out :)
Wow...what a fun story Anne all about all kinds of Dutch Babies. Well written as always with insight and humor.