If you haven’t made a dutch baby pancake yet, you really need to! They’re so easy, packed with protein, and you only need one bowl!
It had been too long since I’d made one, and when I was thinking about what topping I could make with it, the brown speckled bananas sitting on my kitchen counter caught my eye. I’d never made bananas foster before, and this seemed like the perfect application.
You have to turn the oven light on when you bake this, because it will go from a flat pan of goo to the super puffiest pancake ever! It’s so great for entertaining, when you have a lot of people to feed and not a lot of time to stand in front of the skillet flipping flap jacks.
Of course, I made this whole thing when there was one person at my house. Me. Taylor was out of town. I ate a lot of it.
Taylor went to California on a business trip for a few nights. As you know, George the basset has little short legs and a big thick body. This means that physics won’t allow him to jump on our bed, much to his dismay. He resorts to occasionally licking (sliming) an arm or leg that drifts near the perimeter of the mattress, and sitting as close as possible to whichever side of the bed shows more movement at 7 o clock in the morning. You can’t wake up at our house without George greeting you, begging for breakfast.
All the dogs that I grew up with as a kid were basically treated as members of the family. They were allowed on the couch and in the beds, so it’s always been hard for me to see him sad and alone on his floor bed. It’s honestly better for him to sleep on the floor, because the shock to his joints from jumping down would be bad for him, even if we helped him up.
Anyway, I decided to bend the rules when Taylor left this time. I dragged the mattress out of the guest bedroom onto the floor of the living room, and George and I camped out together for a few nights. He was so happy. When I first put the mattress down, he circled it a few times and then put one paw on it, looking at me, frozen. He knows he’s not allowed on the couch, so he wasn’t sure if this was George friendly furniture or not. I encouraged him up on the mattress, and he barely got off of it for the next 3 days. Every night he would sleep right up against me, and every morning I would wake up with him sitting over me, staring at “the one who fills his breakfast bowl.”