Mood: accident prone
Now Playing: Popunders? Unpoppedovers?
Don't try to make breakfast before at least one cup of coffee. And after a wakeful night with a cough and sore throat.
I left the egg out of the popovers this morning, and I don't know why I am now broadcasting my shame before the world. But oddly, the little hockey pucks were somehow golden brown even without the eggs, with that distinct popover flavor without the heft and puff. They were crispy on the outside and fluffy within, much better than I would have thought. I might even make them on purpose sometime, to soak up beefy pan drippings or savory braise juices.