There are times when HHBL isn’t home for dinner. And on those nights I sometimes indulge myself with making something odd and specific for dinner.
Tonight it was popovers.
I have a strange and strong love for popovers. And when I have perfected the recipe I will tell you about it and show you how to make them.
But it is not this day.
This day I am just eating these light and eggy nuggets of sheer goodness.
With lots and lots of butter.
And a lovely, cold glass of Menage a Trois Chardonnay. The perfect compliment.
What? You mean I am not supposed to slather on butter to the point that it runs down my chin and onto my fingers?
What do you know? I had three of these pillows of perfection for dinner. They were FABULOUS.