It has been nearly a year since I brought home this popover pan. Mr. Pedantic had simply begged for it to be added to my overflowing collection of bakeware, and I willingly obliged. Neither of us had ever tasted a popover, but that fact only increased our anticipation.
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I love that my generation has taken a hold of snacks and made them into not only a socially-acceptable mode of daily nutrition but a hallowed one. If you're not entirely sure of the current snack pseudonyms, see; charcuterie, tapas, tastings, flights…