Note: This post was originally written and meant to be posted on Sunday; however, because of some technical issues with WordPress first obscuring my photos and then abruptly deleting my entire text, there has been a slight delay.
My neighbours, who are DINKs (to clarify: very nice people, who happen to be Dual Income, No Kids), made the rookie mistake of going out for breakfast this morning. The restaurant, they reported later, was absolutely packed. You people have no children! That’s a free pass from having to do the Mother’s Day brunch mob! That’s one big advantage to not having kids! Of course, the advantage to having children who are old enough to use the stove without summoning the local fire department is that you also get to avoid the crowds, and enjoy a home-cooked breakfast, possibly still in your pajamas.
I had mulled over a few ideas for what to make for breakfast, but decided to go with an old standby: giant(ish) baked apple pancakes, which I’ve posted on here before. They come together really quickly, and yet look so impressive – because whoa, that thing’s the size of my plate!
Just after coming out of the oven, all puffed-up and golden at the edges.
The butter and brown sugar create a built-in syrup of sorts as it bakes, no maple required. Fun fact: I once forgot to add the brown sugar to the pie pans before baking, and although they released super-easily, they were a little dry and not…quite…right.
I also wanted to make something for dessert, but not the same-old. Cupcakes are nice, and all, but it’s been done. While flipping through my collection of cookbooks, I found a recipe for flapper pie in the Kitchen Magpie’s book. (Hardly surprising, since said book is titled Flapper Pie and a Blue Prairie Sky.) The recipe took me a little bit out of my comfort zone, but seemed fairly simple, so I thought I’d give it a go.
Did I say “a little bit out of my comfort zone”? This thing had me tense. It was only the second time I’ve had to make a thick, pudding-like filling using cornstarch and heat as my catalysts (the first time was the pudding for my Brooklyn Blackout Cake), and I thought it was never going to thicken. When it did, though, did it ever. One minute, I was stirring what was in essence a pot of liquid, and the next it was producing a diabolical plopping sound as it came to a boil, and I’m pretty sure I could have gotten my spoon to stand up in the middle of it. Also, I had never had occasion to make meringue before, and was convinced I would never get stiff peaks out of what seemed like fairly benign ingredients. But lo (and behold!), the Kitchen Magpie did not fail me, and before long I was topping my pie and popping it into the oven to brown up.
It didn’t come out of the pan quite as neatly as I would have liked, but it did stay more-or-less intact, and tastes like it’s supposed to. Certainly the Woman of the Hour was impressed – and that’s what matters, right?
Thanks for reading – Happy Mother’s Day! 🙂
The Witty Child 