Baked Apple Pancakes

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pancakes2While baking breakfast the other morning, my guests Judy and Gary asked where I learned to cook. They were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and had shared countless stories and personal advice. I typically reply that I developed learning to cook through the years; through trial and burnt toast I learned what I liked and found that others enjoyed the same.
This particular morning, I gave pause and actually considered the question. What I discovered surprised me — I learned to cook from my mother. Not that I admitted that at a young age. She was a master in the kitchen, and I was not particularly good at listening or following direction. Subsequently, I became good at watching. I watched her whip cream and sugar, crack eggs and sift powdered sugar. She worked marvels with ingredients of every kind, but my favorite was always flour. I loved the smell as it mixed with melted butter and it lent itself a beautiful rise once placed in the oven at 375 F.
This particular morning I had prepared a baked apple pancake reminiscent of the German pancakes my mother would bake. I marveled at the memories one dish could bring to light. Thinly sliced apples baked soft in butter then topped with a simple pancake batter — just enough for Gary and Judy (and myself of course) — neatly wrapped in the smell of baking butter and memories of my mother.
As with so many dishes at the inn, this can be doubled or tripled. I use whatever apples I happen to have in the fruit bowl but prefer Granny Smiths.

Maggie Busto

Maggie moved east to discover the joys of a white Christmas and an amazing landscape in in the Wyoming Range. Like many other residents, she never got around to moving back and now calls Jackson home. Finding her passion in food and hospitality, she enjoys cooking delightful breakfasts for her guests and the occasional dinner when she’s not serving in town.

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