Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Æbleskiver Day

Once upon a time, I had a grandmother. We called her Grandma Cat. Grandma Cat didn't have any cats. In fact, she didn't have any pets. For most of the time I knew her, she lived in a cool little mobile home in a cool little mobile home community. In her tiny--but cool--mobile home bathroom, she always had pantyhose hanging to dry everywhere; she was a nurse, and nurses have a lot of pantyhose. And comfy white sandals.


On special occasions, Grandma Cat loved to go to the quaint little town of Solvang just north of where we lived, and get Æbleskivers. When she passed away four years ago she passed her own Æbleskiver pan on to me and I declared August 5th, her birthday, as Æbleskiver Day.


Grandma left very specific instructions that I was to turn the Æbleskiver with a knitting needle, which I thought was appropriate because my first knitting needles, which I still have, were given to me by her.


I think she would be proud to know that I served them with my own blueberry/marionberry/raspberry jam! To be honeset, this was the first year I got over the intimidation of using that crazy pan and actually made Æbleskivers, and it was so much easier than I thought it would be. And oh so tastey! I am not a big fan of doughnuts at all, but these are more of a pancake...fried like a doughnut....and seriously, people. These are really, really good. Here is the recipe, which came with the cast iron Æbleskiver pan which my Grandma got at Rasmussen's in Solvang:

Danish Æbleskiver
2 1/2 cups flour
1/2 tsp. salt
1 1/4 tsp. baking soda
3/4 tsp baking powder
2 cups buttermilk
2 eggs, separated
3 Tbs. melted butter

Sift dry ingredients. Beat egg yolks. Add to milk. Combine with dry ingredients, add melted butter. Fold in beaten egg whites. Fry in Æbleskiver pan.

Happy Æbleskiver Day!

6 comments:

CeAnne said...

No sugar in those? Sweet I can probably eat them :)

I'm guessing I know Grandma Cat as more of an aunt? What a wonderful way to remember her. Although you blog post made me cry. Its hard to loose them. We went to the cemetary in Lyons on Wed and said some prayers. I try to go once a month... it feels like a little visit with them.

I had a similar idea in remembering grandparents. I wanted to have hamburger gravey and mashed potatos, green beans and for dessert... no bake cookies. It was both their favorites and something I always remember having there. Not sure what kind of day you would call that though :)

Sarah said...

love the story behind the post!

wendy said...

Yep, CeAnne: Aunt Janet to you! My kids call her Janet the Great, because she was their Great-Grandmother. :D

Michelle said...

That is a lovely post Wendy! What a beautiful way to remember your grandmother.

CC said...

Since I don't have one of those pans, I guess you'll just have to make some for us! ;)

Carie said...

I just bought that pan at Williams and Sonoma- but left it at my mom's for them to use. It was fun, we tried different batter and we put fillings in them too. I love your story and think I'll get another pan for us in Portland soon! I didn't get to check your blog while back in Indiana, very glad to read the lovely family story now I'm at home. Love you!!