Abby is settling well into the household. As many rescues are, she was quite shy the first couple of weeks but is now more actively being a lab playing with her toys, retrieving a ball, the tail thump thump thump against the couch when I come into the room. She is very well behaved, not chewing on anything that's not a chew toy, obeying basic commands and learning new ones each week. She's been allowed on the bed to sleep just twice, after the initial trip here from foster care and after that first trip back and forth to the Range. She seemed to know it was a treat, and will not go up on the bed unless invited. Once invited she will pretty much take up every inch of it
The only other non snooze moment was a stop to stretch legs and get a Chick Fil a. Like her Mom, Abby loves Chick Fil a, the smells from the bag setting her tail on high rpm.
That's not a treat, that's a large hamster pellet. A treat is made of meat.
This weekend, being on call, Partner in Grime drove down from home to hang out with us. Fortunately the bat phone did not ring, but for a consult.
Abby played dead to avoid having to act like she wanted to try it. . . .
I double checked the recipe and I'd made it just as directed. Oh well, that's what I get for following the rules as opposed to my usual cooking style of "Watch this!" with the fire extinguisher handy.
Not willing to admit defeat, I tried again, this time just winging it, Partner patiently waiting, as anyone that hangs around someone that likes to experiment with stuff, often does. Since an oven pancake is sort of a cross between a pancake and a popover, I adapted my standard popover recipe to the bigger pan and added some Cardamom and Lemon Zest. Melting four Tablespoons of butter in the pan, getting it all nice and hot before pouring the batter in, didn't hurt, either.
Puffy Oven Pancake
This is what the doctor ordered. It was perfect, with a tender crunch to the edge, and soft and fragrant in the middle.