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by Elizabeth Tamny on December 29th 2006 - 10:52 a.m.

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By far the happiest square inches of Christmas-dinner real estate for me this year were in a block of just slightly unpuffed Yorkshire pudding, soaking in hot flavorful prime rib juices tipped right off the meat platter. Absolute heaven.

Perhaps you've made Yorkshire pudding before, but if you haven't you might be surprised at the sheer simplicity of it. It's a transitory pleasure--Yorkshire pudding is at its absolute best for about two triumphant minutes right out of the oven--and usually requires spending major Benjamins on beef to have the 1/4 cup of drippings you need (actual YP ingredients cost maybe $1). But those two minutes are definitely worth the minimal effort. 

In my family we use a variation of the recipe in the New York Times Cook Book:

• Once the roast is out of the oven and resting, crank the temperature to 450° F. Take 1/4 cup of the drippings, swirl them around a clean 11 x 7-ish pan, and pop it in to heat. 

• Combine 2 eggs and 1 cup milk. Sift 1/2 teaspoon salt into 1 cup of flour and add to the eggs. Beat as long as you want, at least until well-incorporated--this isn't pancake batter. It's Christmas--maybe there's a fight you're trying not to have? Or some tight-lipped silence to endure? Either way, batti, batti!

• Take the pan out of the oven (with a mitt) and pour the batter in, being careful not to splatter yourself. Return pan to the oven for 10 minutes, then reduce heat to 350° and bake 15 to 20 minutes longer, until the YP is satisfyingly puffed and golden.

• The trick at the end is to make sure the YP doesn't get too brown on top before the batter in the bottom of the pan (where it can stay a yummy but flat, dense, eggy thing) has a chance to cook all the way. This has to do with the size of the pan, too. Don't be afraid to let your pudding get high and dramatic--it increases the chances of it being done all the way. And don't worry if it doesn't--the best YP is thwacked into pieces right out of the oven and immediately soaked in meat juices that hasten its collapse anyway. YUM.


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martha
December 29th - 12:20 p.m.
ohmyyes. big fluffy-flat pans of Yorkshire "pud" (as my father calls it), crispy with beef grease on the bottom, is a timebound Christmas dinner tradition in my parents' neck of the woods. so good. like a big dutch baby, but with salt and meat.
slighly prettier, tidier counterpart: the popover.
dawgbite
December 29th - 1:43 p.m.
I started a grease fire in my sister's kitchen several years ago attempting to make Yorkshire pudding. The recipe I was using came from a Christmas cookbook penned by Jeff Smith and called for olive oil in a hot, iron skillet? I had about 2 seconds of smoke before I realized I had the pan too hot. Nothing like tossing an inferno of hot oil into a snowbank. I haven't made a second attempt. Luckily, the rib roast came out great so despite the pyrotechnics and lack of yorkshire putdding, folks were pleased with dinner

Your recipe sounds a lot safer as well as yummy. Maybe I'll try again.
liz!
December 29th - 5:53 p.m.
Olive oil! Wot the bloody 'ell. Sounds fairly blasphemous. As does an iron skillet, frankly--like he was trying too hard--or thought he was making cornpone. A battered, dented, tired pan is the preferred vessel of choice here, if you ask me. Nothing fancy. Don't need interminable collection/distribution of heat--goes too fast.

Dent in snowbank was probably cool, though, huh? Sounds kind of neat.
dawgbite
December 30th - 6:44 p.m.
Well, considering I had to replace my sister's rangehood and hire cleaners to rid her kitchen ceiling of smoke soot, I figured I might as well toss in some more cash and buy her what would have prevented the outdoor flaming oil olympics: a fire extinguisher. "I need the fire extinguisher!" "What fire extinguisher?" "OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" Oy.

Although it might have looked cool, I was too frazzled to notice.

We laugh now about it, but it pretty much soured me on any sort of deep-frying and/or using olive oil in anything remotely a high-heat situation. I've seen celebrity chefs deep fry USING olive oil, and I just shiver and think they're out of their mind, although, technically, the flash point is high enough to fry with, but nothing scares me more than hot, especially flaming, oil.

I'm also scared of heights, but I digress.
liz!
January 2nd - 2:44 p.m.
good LORD. Now I'm scared To Fry. Fear of Frying.



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