I made popovers for breakfast the other day. Warm, fluffy, delicious popovers. Though they were too well done (still figuring out just how hot our oven bakes), they were fabulous. Chris hadn't ever had them before, and I loved being able to introduce him to them.
Popovers remind me of life 15 years ago, when it was a special treat the day mom decided to make them. I was then (as am I now) amazed at how they rise and get hollow just like that. No baking soda, no baking powder...they just rise. I'm sure there's some scientific explanation as to how and why they work the way they do, but I don't know it. And you know what? I'm okay with that. Some things are just better left unknown.