Dutch Baby

Today I applied for a big girl job that

held out it's fancy, sophisticated hand and said "LinkedIn Profile?"

My hands got a little sweaty. 

My knees buckled a little.

I can accomplish this, no problem.

But I began having awake-nightmares about being one of those

people who sends 1000 emails inviting everybody to 

"Join me on LinkedIn!"

It wouldn't happen to me. I had this. 

Things were going so smoothly, my confidence was sitting on a golden tuffet.

Then, I noticed a little circle on the side of the page.

Mine was filled just a tiny bit to a level deemed "poor" or "beginner" or "wussy"

I can't remember. I've blocked it from my memory. 

"Add connections!" it tells me. 

I press the button. I press all the buttons. I press them three times 

because it doesn't appear to be working.

It was that moment that I became my fear. 

I was an ashamed and accidental over-indulgent LinkedIn inviter.

It was the same sinking feeling as

having to walk through the perfume department to get to the escalator

or giving up your pizza crusts when

 you really were about to eat them.

I felt like zero dollars. 

To cheer myself up, Dutch baby.

3 large eggs

2/3 c. whole milk

2/3 c. all-purpose flour

1/2 tsp. cinnamon

1/8 tsp. salt

3 tbsp butter.

Preheat your oven to 425 degrees. The Fahrenheit kind. 

Tickle your eggs with an electric mixer for 4-ish minutes until they are frothy.

Slowly mix in the rest of the nonsense, except for the butter.

Melt the butter in a 10 in. cast iron skillet and swirl it around until it covers the whole surface.

Pour mixture into the buttered skillet and bake for 18-20 minutes.

Your Dutch baby will emerge fluffy and excited...

for approximately one minute.

Then it will lay down and submit to the bath of 

fresh fruit, chocolate sauce, powdered sugar, or ice cream that you

have in store for it.

Until the next kiddies!