I worked at a delightful family restaurant through most of my college years. This was where I learned to crack eggs two at a time and pull chicken, as well as the finer arts of multi-tasking and interpersonal relations. Yep, I was a cook and a server. And I still believe that everyone should have to wait tables for at least a short moment in their lives. It not only teaches you how to get stuff done, all while wearing a silly uniform, but it teaches you to be nice to people. Or at least appear to be nice to people.
So, this whole memory of the restaurant keeps haunting me. I had a dream/nightmare the other night that I was still a server and I got triple sat. An 8-top, a 10-top and a 12-top all at the same time. And there weren’t enough chairs.
Then this morning, I noticed this post on Chow.com: Dutch Baby Pancake Recipe. It’s similar to the namesake Pannekoekens I so loved. (on wikipdia there’s even a reference to my silly little employer) But we called the little ones (the baby ones) Pannekette. Isn’t that cute?
So, next weekend if you get a few minutes, whip up a pannekoeken for breakfast. The pancakey-like dishes kept me fed and clothed through college. And I’m a better person for it now.