For all the years that I’ve eaten, baked and loved Dutch baby pancakes, I was oblivious to one important thing: their name. Then, last week, a friend told me that her sons “freaked out when I told them we were eating Dutch babies!” I don’t think I had parsed the name before.
Maybe I’d had my first Dutch baby before I was aware of such things. Maybe I wasn’t as curious as those boys when I was a youngster. Or maybe I was just so anxious to scarf down the dish that I never stopped to question what it was called.
Thanks to them, I’ve done a little searching, and I now know a little more about this.
First, to describe a Dutch baby: In its most usual incarnation, it resembles a sweet popover. It’s a quickly made batter that’s poured into a hot skillet and baked until the edges rise above the sides of the pan, with mountains and valleys in the center. Sometimes a Dutch baby involves sauteed apples; often it involves confectioners’ sugar. Watching it in the oven always involves wonderment, as its rise is spectacular, and typically involves disappointment upon delivery, as a Dutch baby’s belly flattens quickly.