- If we’re not supposed to have midnight snacks, then why is there a lightbulb in the refrigerator?
- Are there any funny stories or memories (or characters) from your life that you’d like to share? Come on, there must be one 🙂
- How would your classmates from school remember you?
I’ll answer the bottom question for now. When I was in elementary and junior high (middle) school, classmates would remember me as the shy, quiet one in the back who never talked or raised her hand. Oh yes, and she’s the one everyone either teased or bullied. They called her names, mostly “injun” or “squaw”. I guess with my long black hair and dark skin that’s what they thought. My insecure demeanour didn’t help. Away from school I was very different. If they could only see me now. When I hit high school, a couple of my teachers were instrumental in ‘opening me up’. I became confident, talkative, and sometimes even bold. But that wasn’t until those final three years. Thankfully, once I gained that high school confidence, things only improved from there. Whew. Care for a Dutch Baby?
Now you.
PS: If I write out my Dutch Baby recipe here, my website won’t allow you to cut/paste so here’s a link to a recipe online that is just about the same as mine. My recipe is different from many online in that I never use sugar in the batter. I prefer the sweetness on the top-only such as pouring real maple sugar or else make it like cinnamon toast: spread softened butter, sprinkle with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar. Or just add some lovely fresh fruit. I also love lemon sugar spread which is simply softened butter, fresh lemon zest plus a little squeeze of the fresh lemon, and some sugar. Enjoy. I cook mine (the size above) for exactly 15 minutes and immediately remove it.
a peek of the Salish Sea at sunset
That is the most perfect Dutch baby! What a shot! I can remember the first time I was served one at a friend’s house when I was about 20. I was amazed. I have been making them ever since but they almost never look as good as yours. In grade school I was pretty shy and studious too. Always worked hard and kept my nose clean. My big rebellion is Grade 7 was wearing jeans to school — long jeans that were ragged at the ends. It was off to the Principal’s Office for me, but I didn’t mind. I was asserting myself!
Kids (and many adults too!) can be so cruel). Glad you overcame.
You’re a wonderful person and definitely one of my favorite people here.
I feel VERY fortunate to have met you. xo.
Really? People were so rude as to call you racist names? I’m glad you overcame all that rubbish because you’re lots of fun to know. And if that’s the view from your back garden I am very green!