One of my earliest memory of my mom was her baking goodies in a small oven over a portable gas stove. She used to have a repertoire that included broas, marble cake, and popovers. Our neighbors used to order from her and I remembered our house smelling so sweet early in the morning and afternoons. The popovers were especially magical because of the way they "pop", then deflate as if they had been holding their breaths while in the over and then exhaled as soon as they are out - some of them just blew up revealing slight gooeyness inside. My sisters and I used to call them "po-po-bers." It was rare and amazing treat when we get these "po-po-bers".
This morning, I found a recipe for popover that is good for two people. Increasingly, it is just Mel and I in the house - so I thought, this would be something different than pancakes. It was pretty easy to make and I was exceptionally proud of the cream that I whipped with the peaches and strawberries to match the fruit toppings. The best ironic thing about popovers is how they look so decadent when in fact they are nothing more than half air inside. It was a good Sunday breakfast.
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