When choosing between babies -- human or pancake -- At this point in my life, I'll go with the pancake version. In particular, this Dutch Baby from Helzers on Alberta. Have you ever had such a thing? I've always steered clear because of the pesky asterix which accompanied the fun title, "20 minute wait." Or something to that effect. We so rarely go out for breakfast, that when I do go, I do not want to wait an extra twenty minutes for my food.
We got smart though -- ordering a pre-breakfast breakfast, thus saving ourselves for what D assured me to be the biggest/baddest pancake ever. And oh baby, Dutch or otherwise, it TWAS! As a pancake maven and afficianado, I was struck by a few things:
- the ginormity of the baby -- looked like it was cooked in one big cast-iron skillet, then flipped onto the plate. This was no wall-flower baby.
- the abundant lemon/powdered sugar garnish, and how perfect these two things complimented the rich flavor of the pancake.
- the eggy quality of the pancake -- almost a cross between omelette, clatafouti (French pancake/cake dessert) and classic pancake.
- the textural contrasts of the base of dutch baby (heavy, soulful) and the edges, whisper thin and crackly. I loved both!
So tell me, have you dared to order a Dutch Baby? Did you find it worth the wait? I sure did!