Head cheese. Liverwurst. Clotted cream. The names of these foods are anything but appetizing. But clearly the most disturbingly named food in existence, even worse than head cheese, is the Dutch Baby. It’s not so much the name itself–I mean, Dutch Baby sounds kind of cute, right? But then when working on a post for your food blog about said Dutch Baby, you find yourself writing (and then scratching out and rewriting) sentences like, “I always cook Dutch Babies in a cast iron skillet” and “Some people like to top Dutch Babies with butter and sugar, but I prefer fruit.” Oh, the horror! So when my husband and I were grocery shopping for the week and he asked me what we were having for dinner that night, I was a little bit self-conscious about telling him in public. I looked around to make sure no one was within earshot and then I whispered, “A Peach Dutch Baby.” Which, you know, I’m sure wasn’t suspicious at all! Not one bit! Because really, when you’re trying not to arouse suspicion, the best thing to do is dart your eyes back and forth and say things under your breath. The first time I […]
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