Dutch Baby

In my life there are two different things that we call Dutch Babies.  Well, three actually.

The first one is this crazy pancake at our favorite pancake house, called a Dutch Baby.  You have to order it in advance and it's all puffy.  It's served with powdered sugar and lemon.  It's ok, I guess, but to me a pancake needs to be a pancake and with butter and syrup and not be all fancy.  The fanciest my pancakes get is to have pumpkin mixed in.  And that's it.

The other two Dutch Babies make me much happier; they are my children.  Our favorite coffee spot is an Oregon specialty called Dutch Brothers.  I used to be a Starbucks fan but once you've gone Dutch you'll never go back.  The coffee is less bitter and oh so good.  The girls love to get "coffee" too, but it's really just chocolate milk.  The baristas put a dollop of whipped cream on their cups and it always makes the girls so happy.

Our favorite barista, Carmen, actually just graduated from college and became a social worker.  We are really happy for her but we will miss her.  The girls drew her pictures and Sydney wrote her a letter for her last day.

How cute is that?  I must run out now and get some coffee.  If you have never tried Dutch before, I highly recommend the Cocomo.