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Baby Dutch Pancakes Baby

I love starting the weekend by making pancakes. However, I get a bit tired of standing around for more than an hour tending them, only to get to the table and be already full because I have resorted to eating some before I serve them.

My son recently requested Dutch Baby Pancakes because Elmo suggested them somewhere along the line. "I always thought they would be delicious."  I prefer to call them Baby Dutch, not sure why.

I had never heard of a Baby Dutch Pancake and I was about to behold the magic of The Baby Dutch Pancake (singular).

First off, you blend it up in the blender, taking care of any excess labour you may have wasted on this chore before. Second, you pour it into a heated up frying pan and let it cook for 20 minutes. Near the end, when the edges come away from the pan, you flip it.

The bonus of this masterpiece is that it has a lot of eggs in it, so it is a) more filling b) you are able to rip the top off of it in case it burns.  Is there nothing this pancake cannot do?  1 pancake can feed 2 kids and an adult handily.

I am in love with learning new ways of doing things, especially when they are whispered to me via a Muppet conduit. Elmo, feel free to make more suggestions or, you know,any other Muppet that has something to help ease the burden and keep things straight forward as beach season nears.

Blend up:
3 tbsp of butter
3 eggs
3/4 cups of whole milk
1/2 cup flour
1/4 tsp of salt
1/2 tsp of vanilla
1/4 cup of sugar

Cook for 20 minutes on the stove top or in a 425 degree oven.

Top with lemon juice and sugar.




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