Abby had her one year gotcha day not long ago. As many rescues are, she was quite shy the first couple of weeks but is now is simply a happy lab playing with her toys, retrieving a ball, the tail thump thump thump against the couch when I come into the room. She is very well behaved, not chewing on anything that's not a chew toy, obeying basic commands and learning new ones each week. She's been allowed on the bed to sleep but prefers the cool surface of the leather sofa or her big poofy Orvis dog bed.
The only other non snooze moment was a stop to stretch legs and get a Chick Fil a. Like her Mom, Abby loves Chick Fil a, the smells from the bag setting her tail on high rpm.
We are looking forward to a few days off at home, suitcase unpacked, and pancakes to be made I think back to the LAST bath I made, a little experiment.
Abby played dead to avoid having to act like she wanted to try it. . . .
I double checked the recipe and I'd made it just as directed. Oh well, that's what I get for following the rules as opposed to my usual cooking style of "Watch this!" with the fire extinguisher handy.
Not willing to admit defeat, I tried again, this time just winging it, Husband patiently waiting, as anyone that hangs around someone that likes to experiment with stuff, often does. Since an oven pancake is sort of a cross between a pancake and a popover, I adapted my standard popover recipe to the bigger pan and added some Cardamom and Lemon Zest. Melting four Tablespoons of butter in the pan, getting it all nice and hot before pouring the batter in, didn't hurt, either.
Ta Dah! Puffy Oven Pancake. (recipe in the comments)
This is what the doctor ordered. It was perfect, with a tender crunch to the edge, and soft and fragrant in the middle.