On my lesser bucket list I’ve had “try a Dutch baby” for a long, long time. Look at it. It’s just so golden and puffy and eggy, with crisp edges perfect for melting a little whipped butter and a dusting of powdered sugar, then dunking into some syrup. So today, after a dental check-up no less, I headed over to The Original Pancake House for a shot at one. Behold.
Work had decided to give us a five-day weekend for the Fourth of July and Summer Friday…woo!…and doing whatever I like on a weekday that would otherwise find me at the office just feels so giddy and decadent. Clearly this is a case of pancake matching mood. And now I can say I’ve tasted one.