Mom/dad were talking Friday night and mom was determined to master the perfect popover roll or Yorkshire Pudding. I have to say this about mom. When she is determined about something, she gets head strong and focused driven. This can be good and bad. Good because if things don’t come out ‘exactly’ right, me and dad get them. Sometimes what mom thinks are accidents can really be good to us. But as mom says, practice makes perfection. But mom saying she wanted to perfect these over the weekend even had our closet skeletons laughing. They knew too that this would be a fun if not bumpy ride.
Let me preface this by saying that earlier in the week, mom made this popover rolls / Yorkshire Pudding perfectly. Mom didn’t take a picture because (A) her and dad couldn’t get out of them long enough to take a picture and (B) mom was so shocked they came out wonderfully that she had to eat them. So there we were Saturday for experiment 2. This picture with two ‘popover rolls’ is not perfect. They look wonderful but for some reason they didn’t ‘pop’. They were dense and heavy. Think Ellie Mae from the Beverly Hillbillies. Mom says she could have hurt someone if she threw one of these at them. Me and dad however thought they were awesome. To us they were a little heavier than a biscuit but better than a roll. See what I was saying about mom’s mistakes sometimes being our blessings?
But mom doesn’t give up. If anything, mom is not a quitter. Sunday was experiment 3. Now, mom followed a recipe that she got from our great friend Bill , you know Shoko and Kali’s dad from Canadian Cats. (Thanks Bill – you rock!) While mom waited, she fixed the rest of dinner which might I add was simply delicious! Then the timer went off for the popovers. She took the pan out holding her breath. That’s when it happened. The fat lady sung. Birds started singing. These were perfection. Now the tin in the picture is deep so you can’t really see it but these ‘popped’. They were nice and moist in the inside – empty and hollow like they are suppose to be.
So has mom perfected these? We won’t know until she tries again. This could have just been an accident. Do your humans do this in the kitchen? I’m off now – I think one of these bad boys are calling my name. I’m going to see if dad will share with this oinker.