Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
My mother always told me breakfast was overrated and nice people did not eat before noon. My mother is not a morning person. She eats a piece of toast in the morning with her coffee. If she is feeling wild and crazy, she eats toast with a little mayo and some tomato slices on it. My dad, on the other hand, is a baddy daddy until he has breakfast. He has gone from the two eggs, bacon, salt and butter on his toast, OJ, and coffee breakfast to a healthy cereal and a magnificent fruit plate breakfast. He makes it himself most mornings, and nothing happens until he has had breakfast.
Joe, not unlike my mom, moved slowly in the morning. He enjoyed pancakes and omelets on the weekend, but I would call the timing more of a very late brunch than a breakfast. Coffee first. Always.
Me? I love breakfast, especially if someone else is making it. My dad’s fruit plate is doubled when Cole and I visit. My mother usually rallies and whips some bacon up for her grandson and me, her only child. Before Joe bit it, we had a pretty good morning routine. Joe always made brunch on the weekends. On weekdays, I would fix Cole breakfast, and Joe would make Cole’s sammi for lunch (which is worth a whole other post entirely). I would handle the campers and help Cole get ready for school. Joe would sip his coffee, put the finishing touches on the sammi, and be ready to leave the house just in time to get Cole to school on time. It worked. And then Joe died and screwed up our whole morning breakfast routine.
There are many ways I fall short when it comes to providing nutritionally for my child, but I have never sent him to school without breakfast of some sort. Some sort used to include a few too many Dunkin’ Donuts, McDonald’s drive-throughs, or 7-11 danishes, but we called it breakfast. If you serve orange juice with it, it’s breakfast, and as you know, a day without a orange juice is a day without sunshine! So, we always drink our OJ in the morning. Wait, where was I before OJ took me on a tangent? Oh, I remember … since Joe screwed up my morning routine, breakfast has to be eaten in the car … unless I want to consider getting up at 5am and getting Cole up at 6am, and I don’t want to consider that option. So, we eat in the car.
Our car no longer brakes at Dunkin’ Donuts or McDonald’s. Cole and I both overdosed on convenience last year, so usually I manage to make an egg, bacon, and toast to be eaten on the road, or a breakfast burrito, or sometimes cereal. The kid who eats everything will not eat oatmeal. Please don’t suggest your special way of eating oatmeal. Cole will throw up if he eats oatmeal. Throw-up will not add to our ride to school. We both have orange juice because, living in Chicago, we need all the sunshine we can get. And since Cole has become a coffee drinker, we sometimes indulge in those little bottles of Starbucks or stop for coffee. I drink mine loaded with sugar and milk; Cole drinks his coffee with barely a packet of sugar.
This post has a point … just in case you were wondering.
Humdy dum de dum,
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Introducing my Newest Breakfast Creation…“Ohh’s,” “Ahh’s,” loud applause is appreciated
Wait!! I forgot to ask Do you breakfast or Don’t you breakfast….that is the question I have for you? Odd Loves Company! Oh, and I want to encourage you to make this Dutch Baby. Because baby if I can make it–anyone can make it! Quick! Easy! and only a few ingredients (and not one of the ingredients is Walnut oil but if you want to learn about radishes and read a recipe that includes Walnut Oil–here is a good one–in defense of the Radish)
Lets try this again! Introducing my Newest Breakfast Creation…Cue LOUD APPLAUSE.
This is my Dutch Baby, straight out of the oven. The recipe calls for a “pie pan”; my pie pan was stolen by a low-down, no-good, pie-pan-thief-scoundrel (I think), but lucky for me, the pie-thief-scoundrel had no use for my tart pan. The tart pan worked. Although shape of my Dutch Baby is rather creative.
The recipe calls for berries, but I had bananas, and we love bananas. We also think everything is better with pecans, so I added pecans. And, well, I know the recipe called for powdered sugar, but my boy loves hitting the sauce, so we opted for maple syrup
TADA! Cole is grinning down at his Dutch Baby pancake. How does one eat a Dutch Baby pancake with syrup and fruit while driving to school? Because, well, as you know, my kid now drives everywhere these days. He waits until we hit a looonnnggg, red light, and then takes several bites. It’s a little tricky, but my bumper sticker reads: My son is a multi-tasker!
O.K. Fine. Cole does not drive and eat his Dutch Baby; that would be irresponsible. I drive and he eats while somehow managing not to get sticky. Cole, like his grandmother, never gets sticky. I did not get this gene; I look at syrup and I am immediately sticky. In fact, I reached over to help myself to one bite and dropped it on Cole’s leg. He was not happy. I thought it was rather amusing. Well, I did. Stone me.
Cole declared his breakfast (OMG), “Oh, Mom, GOOD!” and suggested that I remind you if you are not trained in the fine art of car dining you should eat your Dutch Baby before leaving home.
Click here for recipe for the Dutch Baby.
Thanks to Little Momma and Company for sharing the recipe!
16 thoughts on “Celebrating Breakfast with a Dutch Baby Pancake”
This looks amazing and I will try this tomorrow. I think it’s great that you are providing a healthy breakfast every morning. My sisterinlaw a BVM sister/ teacher said some kids are literally brain dead because the parent does not make sure the kid has the OJ and whatever else in their bodies to make the brain kick in and work in the morning. I use to preapre food for the car when we lived far from school. Who cares as long as the child gets the food into his mouth. I also like the idea that Cole realizes you care about everything! Every single thing that adds to his wellness. You are a good parent and you are doing the work for two so that makes you twice as good as the rest of us.
Thanks Nancy. I do think they need something to start the day with even if’s it a danish and juice. The pancake is fun to make…and you know how I love easy!
Gee-I barely manage a bowl of cereal for my kids and more often than not we are out of milk. I refuse to applaud a person who somehow manages this on a weekday–a poor widowed mom know less. Alright, I will offer a very soft Ohhhh Ahhhhh and attempt to make this over the weekend. It better be easy or I am taking back my Ohhh and Ahha 😀
Have a great Friday
yep-that is me a poor dear widowed mom–let me wipe my nose on my old homely grey sweater. It is easy. Would I like to you?? Nothing wrong with cereal–but I have to admit it is usually better with milk. 😀
Loud wild applause. That looks wonderful. I don’t know how you manage to take care of your business and make it out the door while making such a breakfast–but I am completely impressed and a amused by the story!
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
We manage but seldom gracefully 😀
Love breakfast when I am on the road…otherwise I’m like your mom, toast or a bagel and lets move on.
Since Chicago is on the road for me, I will be right up for a dutch baby.
Stop by anything you are in the neighborhood! I will leave the light on!
Of COURSE everything is better with pecans and bananas. Dutch Baby or not (and it looks yummy!) I swear you have a touch of southern in you.
I hope you will be fixin one real soon. I’m from Texas–not true south but I can “bless a heart” with the best of um. By the way–how are youuuuuuuuu?
YAY! Yours looks fantastic, and the bananas and pecans sound like the perfect topping! So glad you loved the recipe, thanks for the link!
Loved it. Nothing makes me happier than a recipe I can actually make without calling my mom 43 times!
This Dutch Baby is very delicious and very easy. I made one last weekend for kind of brunch. I put strawberries, blueberries and raspberries on top of it and sprinkled a bit of powdered sugar on top. We both enjoyed it.
Like Mikey, try it, you’ll like it!
And Katybeth, it’s not nice to say Joe bit it and screwed up breakfast. I mean it’s true, but not nice to say it out loud, bless his heart!
I passed on a winner to you! Yep–bless his heart! He was such a precious man in his own home!
It sounds good, Katybeth…will try it on a weekend (we leave the house at 7 a.m., so I’m lucky to eat a bagel before we go!).
We leave home at the same time but there are just two of us heading out the door and I don’t have to be dressed for a work day.
I am sure yours will be really good!
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