I attempted a Yorkshire Pudding in honor of dear St. George yesterday—my first ever, and I had no idea what to expect.
Well, is this the desired result? One of my kids approached the table and said, “Oh! We’re having….playdoh?”
No, I don’t have a photo.
And certainly I have no idea why he would have said that.
PS. On a slightly more delicious note, today’s homemade soup was a success! I chopped up last night’s leftover roast and sautéed it with onion. I added a can of this and a can of that (specifically, a can of corn; a can of cannellini beans, and a can of diced tomatoes) and added water to make it “soupy”. Simmer for a good two hours, sprinkle with garlic powder & enough sugar to cut the acid of the tomatoes, and….whew. My reputation was reinstated. The troops consumed it.