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German pancakes (Dutch baby)
#dutch baby#dutch baby pancake#pancakes#breakfast#food#icing sugar#raspberry#maple syrup#german pancakes#breakfast food#sweet food#sweet#sugar#tasty#foodporn#delicious#cooking#food photography#foodgasm#recipe
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German Apple Pancake
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German Pancakes
-3 eggs
-1/3 cup flour
-1/2 cup milk
-1 tbsp sugar
-dash of salt
-oil or butter to grease dish
Instructions
Pre-heat oven to 425 F
Mix eggs, sugar, salt, milk and flour
Grease small, square baking dish and pour in batter
Cook around 17 min. or until puffy and golden brown.
-Makes 1 or 2 portions
-> to double recipe, cook in long baking dish and cook 20 min.
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I don’t know who needs to hear this but Dutch Babies are easier to make than regular pancakes and you can impress all of your friends with their fluffy golden ridges.
Set your oven to 400 F.
Cut a stick of butter in half. Put half away again and put the other half in a 9” cast iron or a 9”x9” Pyrex dish or anything remotely that size (as long as it’s oven safe). Then stick that pan with the butter into the oven (don’t wait for the oven to get hot).
Use an immersion blender or hand mixer or standing blender or just a whisk if you’re masochistic to whip up 3 eggs in a bowl until they’re fluffy or you get bored.
Add 3/4 cup milk and blend again.
Add 3/4 cup flour and blend again until no lumps.
Check on your butter. If it’s melted, take out the pan (with mitts, it’s hott boii) and pour in your egg mixture. Don’t mix it with the butter, just pour on top. Pop it back in the oven.
Check back in 15 minutes. When it’s done, the edges will be golden and puffy. Usually there’s a lovely pool of butter in the middle, too.
Take a photo, the puffs go away pretty quickly after you take it out.
Serve with jam, powdered sugar, lemon juice, crème fraiche, or whatever you want. My wife likes to add a pinch of smoked salt.
Double the recipe if you’re serving 4 or more, and use a 9”x13” pan.
Congratulations. You are the fanciest bitch at the brunch.
#Dutch babies#German pancakes#breakfast#pancakes#how to impress your friends and or suitors on the morning after
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tonight my mom and stepdad are taking me out to dinner as a “make up” birthday dinner. Since I was all upset and crying for my entire birthday weekend and couldn’t before
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🍽 source: Dr. Oetker Schulkochbuch für den Elektroherd
(translation: Dr. Oetker school cook book for the electric stove)
➛ publisher: Ceres-Verlag Rudolf-August Oetker KG
➛ 16th Improved Edition 1969
➛ Printed in Germany
#german stuff#(this goes in the main tag because I NEED other Germans to see this monstosity)#vintage photography#vintage food#vintage cooking#vintage book#germany#dr oetker#Dr Oetker: Schulkochbuch für den Elektroherd#original colour images#(I do not even know where to start here)#(none of the vegetables look seasoned to me - safe for some parsley)#(this would taste like hell)#(why would you do this to a pancake)#(I might have to actually make this one the icon for this blog)#(the cubed ice cream is cute compared to this)
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German Apple Pancakes / Apfel Pfannkuchen (Vegan)
#vegan#breakfast#brunch#German cuisine#Central European cuisine#pancakes#veganized#apples#plant milk#vanilla#sparkling water#coconut sugar
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doodles of the gay idiots feat Mona and my girlfriend's oc, Lilly :) (who is also a gay idiot)
#oh the pain Mona would have Peter go through when playing#Jay tried to warn him but he didn't listen#though Jay would probably fall harder for Peter when watching him play with Mona#also yeah I got a girlfriend now look at me go I'm so cool#Jay would ask Peter to buy him the most random stuff btw#he'd ask a bunch of weird questions too. like “would you still love me if I were a worm” or#“would you still love me if I murdered your family and spoke German only and stitched your mouth to someone's ass?”#important questions. silly nonetheless#when moving in with Peter. Jay would lounge around the house a bunch once he'd gotten used to the place#and he'd get lost in the woods at least once a week. Peter would panic and go in looking for him#just to find Jay running through a stream or something. maybe fighting a bear or petting a bird idk depends on his mood#fun fact: in my friends au Mona is Lilly's and Jay's kid who's part pancake. more on taht later or something idk it's a long story#anyway idk what else to say#my art#void#friends au#peter yb#your boyfriend#your boyfriend game#Peter Dunbar#Jay#Mona#color palette#pansexual#transgender#jacob skelton#oc stuff
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gmmmm :-)
#didn't sleep in as late as i wanted because who knew! the house gets loud when ur sleeping on the couch!#BUT. my ma made german apple pancake + i made my favorite big mug of tea#+ my brothers listening 2 deftones so loud u can hear it theough the house... so. peace & love in the world this morning ^_^#my phone is.... also at 3% i should go charge it. oops.#txt
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Snippet #6 - Muggle-born Prince Wilhelm’s first accidental magic
Crown Princess Kristina is informed about the existence of magic the week after she turns eighteen.
It’s a bit of a shock, but she’s always been rather pragmatic and so she simply nods and familiarizes herself with this new aspect of her duties as best she can. She visits the Ministry of Magic, meets with the Magical Council, learns what she needs to know, and gets on with business.
Thirty years later she returns home from a long day of meetings and royal engagements to find her sons’ nanny wringing her hands and insisting that Kristina needs to come see her youngest right now, but unwilling to explain why.
Kristina is tired and has little patience for vagueness or a toddler’s antics, especially when Birgit is much better at calming little Wilhelm down than she herself is, but the other woman was chosen for her unflappable nature and no-nonsense attitude as much as she was for her qualifications and German skills, and so Kristina sighs and acquiesces. She knows Birgit wouldn’t bother her unless it’s really necessary and no one else can help.
"Is he having one of his crying episodes again?" Kristina asks, hoping for the answer to be no.
Wilhelm has always been a fussy baby, clingy and quick to upset, nothing like Erik, who smiles every time she comes to see him and never has any trouble entertaining himself or playing with others.
"It is best if Her Majesty comes and sees for herself," Birgit says, her accent stronger than usual.
Kristina sighs and makes her way to what is decidedly not the nursery.
A member of staff is waiting at the door, as if they’re guarding it, and Kristina has no idea how to take this. Birgit is not supposed to leave her charges unattended, or at least not Wilhelm, who is still young and has trouble sitting still and staying put when told to, and most certainly not when something is wrong.
The door is opened only as much as is necessary for them to walk through, and the sight which greets Kristina is most unexpected.
There are butterflies flying in the air, almost dancing around little Wilhelm, who is sitting on the carpet, his back towards the door.
He is not paying them any attention, does not come running up to her asking for a hug, and that, too, is most unusual. Instead he is busy cuddling a vaguely familiar looking dog—the small and yappy kind—and making gleeful happy noises.
Kristina blinks and turns to Birgit, waiting for an explanation.
Losing ones temper is never helpful, doubly so when one is the Queen and has a reputation to uphold, but she’s tired and it’s been a long day and she’d really like to know how a dog—if that’s what the long haired squirming carpet can even be called—got into the Royal Family’s private wing at Drottningholm and why it hasn’t long since been removed.
It can’t be because Birgit fears Wilhelm throwing a tantrum. Birgit is very good at handling those.
Birgit doesn’t immediately speak, as if she expects the presence of the dog to be explanation enough.
It most certainly is not.
"It … it jumped out of the painting," she says, waving at the life-sized painting, the one which prominently features a white Phalène sitting on the lap of one of her ancestors, its dark head and floppy ears adoringly staring up at its mistress.
Or rather it featured, because right now the lap is empty and said dog—because it is the same dog—is licking her youngest’s cheek and Wilhelm giggles, his small hands buried in its fur as it wriggles around, very much alive and three-dimensional.
She wants to tell Wilhelm to stop, because that’s unhygienic, but doesn’t. She can’t handle a hysterical Wilhelm on top of this, and maybe magical dogs—because that’s what it has to be, right? Accidental magic?—don’t have germs and have ideally no need to be house trained.
She really hopes it’s not. The idea of an adult member of the Royal Family having magic and strengthening the ties to the mostly independent and separate magical world might not be unwelcome, especially one with such close ties to the future King, but the thought of having a magical toddler at home, one as overly emotional as Wilhelm, precious as he otherwise is, is very much not.
She’ll have to notify the Magical Council, have someone from the Royal Swedish Academy of Magic come over both to test Wilhelm and to check if there isn’t something or someone else who might be the cause for this.
Maybe the paining was enchanted and Wilhelm somehow activated it … or something. One can always hope.
"The, ah, the butterflies were there first. I don’t know where they came from," Birgit adds, now back to helplessly wringing her hands.
Right, the butterflies. Which were definitely not in the painting before.
"Or rather … His Royal Highness was clapping his hands and then suddenly they were there, and they haven’t left him since."
Kristina swallows. This does not decrease the likelihood of her son having magic, quite the opposite.
She looks at him again, cooing and babbling at the dog in his lap, as if it were a person and not a … not a …
Well, it’s all a bit of a shock is what it is, but she’s always been rather pragmatic and so she swallows again and nods, already drafting messages to the Magical Council and the Head of the Academy in her head. So Wilhelm will take a seat on the Magical Council instead of having a career in the military. The public will have questions when the time comes, but as long as he still fulfills his duties as a working royal she can live with that. Maybe it'll even prove useful.
"Doggie," Wilhelm squeals, while the dog runs circles around her son, tail wagging and a new butterfly appearing with every clap of his hands. "Doggie, doggie, doggie."
They better be able to come immediately.
#aka the Harry Potter/Magic AU except it’s in Sweden and fuck yeah they have their own wizarding culture and academy/school#totally part of the Bavarian!Ludvig ‘verse#hence the German nanny#fics I’ll maybe someday write#fic snippet#I have THOUGHTS when it comes to British hegemony over magic and magical education#they are not unlike the ones I have regarding wilmon opening presents on Christmas morning and having pancakes for breakfast#except more intense because fic writers write as a hobby and JK doesn’t#young royals#young royals fic
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German Pancakes
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Otto and Peter in Saxon Folk Dress.
Happy Pancake Day and Happy Valentines Day.❤️
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breakfast for dinner? why stop there? breakfast and dinner
WE ÉATIN' 🍽️ GOOD
#that would be my big fatass mhmm that shit taste yummy#i don't give a damn what nobody said that shit taste good#that's yummy german pancake and potstickers
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Joel is the kind of dad that pretends to frantically check for poison every time he bakes because he’s not ready to give up spoon-licking privileges, while Sausage is the kind of dad that sits their kid up on the counter and has them sprinkle in some “love” with an empty salt shaker.
#it’s the dad tax father vs the helper pancakes father#conversely: Joel is the dad that freaks out when their kid repeats a swear and Sausage is the ‘if it’s not in English it doesn’t count’ dad#because my parents. despite speaking only English. spent my childhood cursing people out in German. and i find that funny.#in the little bubble I’ve created in my mind. they are good parents.#empires season 2#mythicalsausage#smallishbeans
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BERLINER @noxsoulmate @loveconquersall back me up here!!!!
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Pancake mix
so ... I read a LOT of fanfiction, and more often than you think they will be having breakfast and somebody is MAKING PANCAKES from SCRATCH - GASP!!!
and everybody is very impressed - WOW from SCRATCH! not a PANCAKE MIX!
and I am here like:
1) what exactly is Pancake mix?
2) why would somebody use it? Pancakes are made out of 4 very simple ingredients - is it really so much more difficult than pancake mix? The hard part IMO is judging the readiness of the pancakes not the mixing of the batter?
#pancakes#ao3#fluff#breakfast#usa#its an usa thing isn't it?#cultural differences#help a poor confused german out
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