-oOo-That’s how I would have begun the lesson in making æbelskiver, or ebelskivers as we say in English.
She made it all look so-o-o-o easy. Her and her “I’m just floating through this demo” manner.
Now it was my turn. Surely I too could achieve enlightenment this way.
My sister had sent me an æbelskiver pan for my birthday. I grated apples and cooked them with brown sugar, butter, spices and lemon juice. So far, so good. I mixed up the batter with plain flour, baking powder, buttermilk, sour cream and so on. So far, so good. I heated the pan and brushed the wells with unsalted butter. So far, so good.
I added blobs of batter to the sizzling wells, not always elegantly. I got batter in more places than I was supposed to. My hands are a bit shaky at the best of times. Then I added a bit of apple mixture to each one, still not always elegantly. Bits of apple clung to the spaces between the wells. Finally, another blob of batter ... and wait for them to cook. The bottoms were burning before the tops started to firm up. I turned the flame down as far as it would go without blowing out. The timer said they still had a minute to go on that side. I turned them anyhow, using two bamboo skewers, one on each side of the pancake and ... over they went.
They didn’t always land neatly on the other side. This is where I suggest a bit of finger is needed to position them nicely ... and that is what I did. When the pancakes looked nice and brown, I up-ended them onto a waiting platter and waited for them to cool down a bit before hoeing in. I dusted them with sifted icing sugar mixed with cinnamon and served them with cream. Hmm, some are not quite cooked inside. I think I need to try another one. Yes, that one was good. Maybe just one more to make sure. I ate all 21 of them in a matter of hours.
I had uncooked batter all over the counter top; and me; and the frypan; and the floor; and the utensils. In fact, everywhere in the known universe had batter on some part of it. It seemed, then, that this was not going to be my path to enlightenment.
I made another batch the next day. Yes, the next day. I know, I’m a guts. I made them under the pretext that I was going to share them with other people. I didn’t.