#dutch recipe

[muchmunchies]

Cute and Creamy Nijntje & Nina Tompoezen / Miffy and Melanie Tompouces.🐇

Find the recipe here.

[appetizeme]

Treat your loved ones to a delightful breakfast with these adorable mini Dutch babies. Pair them with a dollop of whipped cream and a sprinkle of fresh berries for a sweet touch, or serve alongside crispy bacon and maple syrup for a savory-sweet sensation. Toast to love and happiness with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice or a mimosa! 💕🥞🍓 #ValentinesBreakfast #FamilyLove #SpecialMoments

[fullcravings]

Poffertjes (Dutch Pancakes)

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

ham and cheese dutch baby

[fattributes]

Croque Madame Dutch Baby

[daily-deliciousness]

German pancakes (Dutch baby)

[lustingfood]

Caramel Apple Dutch Baby (x)

[thelailasblog]

[goshyesvintageads]

Carnation Milk Co, 1954

[eat-love-eat]

Ham and Cheese Dutch Baby

[thelordismylightandmysalvation]

Poffertjes | The Recipe Critic

[muchmunchies]

Some delicious Dutch baked goods: (Kerst)stol, boterkoek, eierkoeken & gevulde koeken.

Find them here.

[true-blue-sonic]

15. Espilver

15. …passionately.

At the uncountable next time the house is rattling on its foundation from a two-minute torrent of rain, Espio decides he might as well get up and just leave bed.

“Darn it,” the chameleon mutters, rubbing his face. Had he thought it was already just before the hour to rise and shine with how often he’d half-woken up and dozed off again, caving and sending a glance at the alarm clock had shown him it is hardly four A.M. instead. Not exactly how one acquires a decent night of sleep to be well-rested in the morning…

Though, another matter of intrigue had caught his attention. Namely, how cold his bed is: where usually soft grey fur and loving little coos fill his arms and ears when reaching out for cuddles, now one eye had shot open most disturbed instead by the lack of both; a lack of Silver, as a whole. That in itself is not exactly strange, for Silver’s sleep schedule is incomprehensible to anyone except the hedgehog, but it does mean that all attempts for Espio to fall back to sleep again suddenly have found themselves a dozen-fold more difficult.

Grumbling under his breath as he peeks out the window Espio concedes the neighbours all have their lights on. Not that he can blame them: the wind howls and the rain batters against the window and he can even see a strike of thunder, all the way in the distance, though the world outside is loud enough the accompanying rumble stays out. He might as well cease the fighting and go downstairs as well, with tea to calm him and patience to wait the storm out. A look into Charmy’s bedroom as he pads into the hallway shows it empty; a look into Vector’s reveals a whole bunch of snoring that out-volumes the rain enough for Charmy to have fallen asleep again on top of the crocodile’s chest. Cute, Espio smiles to himself. He can always join his colleagues if all else fails.

But first he’ll go find Silver.

“Tenshi,” the chameleon whispers. There’s no way Silver went outside- that is, Espio hopes. That makes downstairs the most likely place for his psychic, the attic’s hatch firmly closed and their bathroom empty as well. He can forfeit sneaking down the stairs; the rain rages against the rooftop and the outer walls with enough force everything is drowned out, even Vector’s usually-audible snoring in the hallway. “Silver?” Espio adds once he’s safely snuck into the living room, which is empty as well. Though, the light in the kitchen shines past the creak in the door, the chameleon swiftly making his way over and giving it a gentle knock before pushing it open further…

“Oh! Hey, Espio,” his beloved coos back at him.

Amidst a whole collection of… baking trays and pans?

“…What are you doing,” Espio inquires, an eyebrow raised most promptly. Quark and a gelatine package and butter lay scattered over their counters, around a giant bowl with the strawberries Silver went to the market for yesterday. Which can only mean one thing: the hedgehog is baking something.

At four am in the morning.

A yawn is his response, Silver’s weight flopping into Espio’s arms all snugly when the latter scoots in for a hug. “Can’t sleep. So I started making a cake” Espio gets told, as if it’s the most logical thing in the world to be doing when the sun isn't yet up for hours, and the chameleon laughs before he can even help it.

“Tenshi, it’s four A.M.,” he brings up, grabbing a knife to cut up the final few strawberries as well. “And I bought that quark to eat it for breakfast.”

“You will. In a cake.” With the absolute incorrigibleness of someone who knows he can do no wrong for Espio and who will abuse that fact Silver grabs the quark in question, throwing it together with the strawberries in one fell swoop. With gentle motions Espio helps him stir, psychokinesis easily throwing the batter onto the crust of cookie crumbles waiting for them next. “And now it’s gotta wait and stiffen up,” the hedgehog adds, carefully pushing it into the fridge and throwing the door shut.

Espio’s wrapped him in an embrace nary a second later.

“Good,” the chameleon murmurs, leaning in over Silver’s shoulder. “Then I finally have you for myself.”

Oozing into his arms Silver snuggles close. “Heh. The storm’s really loud out.”

“I know. It woke me up, too.” Gently Espio strokes the other’s head, eyes shutting contently as Silver purrs in his arms. He can hear the noises even as the storm outside rages and howls, a warm smile forming on his face. “We should go back to bed,” he brings up next. The morning looms, with all its responsibilities and the never-ending repairs they will have to put the house through after suffering this abuse.

But he doesn’t. And Silver doesn’t, either. Instead Espio manoeuvres his beloved around most carefully to squish tan cheeks between his hands and press the most passionate, most desiring and loving and yearning kisses against Silver’s lips. A hum of surprise is his response; and then Silver pulls him even closer, the duo gasping for breath once they finally pull away.

With a chuckle Silver gives Espio’s own muzzle a little nibble. “What was that for?”

“Because you wake up in the middle of the night and decide to start making a cake of all things.”

“Of course! Why not, if I’m awake already?” the most earnest response comes.

Espio laughs, pulling the other even closer. “That’s what I mean.”

“Sure,” Silver shrugs back at him, tucking his head underneath Espio’s chin as the chameleon picks him up to carry him to their couch and wrap them both in a blanket. That’s how they stay until the torrents of rain have grown quieter and with longer pauses between them, until finally the pale light of daybreak begins to filter through the curtains. Between it all Espio strokes Silver’s head and massages behind his ears, the other oozing like the most comfortable pillow in a half-asleep daze until the chameleon decides they might as well go eat Silver’s quark cake for breakfast.

And it is the most delicious thing Silver has ever baked before.

“Because it was made at four A.M.,” the hedgehog concedes before zonking right out against Espio’s side, and Espio couldn’t agree more.

[fullcravings]

Dutch Baby Recipe

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Smoked Salmon Dutch Baby with Crème Fraîche

[royal-food]

Blueberry Lemon Dutch Baby