I mixed everything up and put them in the oven when I realized I had put a whole cube of butter to melt in the pan instead of the half a cube the recipe called for. I quickly whipped up more batter and poured everything into a bigger dripper. When the timer went off, I opened up the oven, started laughing and told the girls to come over quick! Brynn yelled, "Holy moly!" Abby exclaimed, "Holy crap!" I immediately said, "Abby, we don't use that word!" She replied, "You say 'holy crapamole', mom!" to which I replied, "I'm working on saying holy guacomole!" Anyway I only say it when I'm really frustrated or mad, but now I'm more determined to stop so that I won't be imitated.
Now I know why they are sometimes called "Mountain Eggs."
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That's exactly what our dutch babies (German pancakes) look like when they come out of the oven. I think it's so fun.
I know what you mean about your kids imitating what you say. We've been telling Kimball not to say "Oh my gosh" only because it sounds like you might be taking God's name in vain. Instead we remind him to say "Oh my goodness". So whenever we say "Oh my gosh" (which is a hard habit to break), Kimball says, "Mom, we don't say that." I then reassure him that I too have to work on not saying it. If only they picked up that quickly on all of the good things we say and do.
It looks like there was enough for everyone to get seconds. Such funny pictures!
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