While we’ve all been deep in the Dutch baby game for a while now (perfect for kids! perfect for parents! perfect for lovers! perfect for families of four in a bunker!), we’ll let David tell the backstory: “Many years ago, I worked at a seaside inn/restaurant on Vancouver Island called Sooke Harbour House. The deal was sweet: seaside, local day-boat fish, several gardeners on staff, foragers, all food was from a 5K surrounding area except the chocolate, orange juice, and coffee. ‘You can’t run an inn without chocolate, orange juice, or coffee, David,’ Frédérique Philip, the innkeeper’s wife, would say to me. The kitchen had windows, an ocean view, plants, hippie murals of children playing, and people seemed very happy.
“This was odd for me as I had come from the hell kitchens of other men’s misery, competitive kill-or-be-killed environments, and was now getting big hugs from other cooks in the morning over seaside coffee. All that smiling was off-putting. Today, I credit Sooke Harbour House as the restaurant that most affected the cooking I did and still kind of do: loose menu, market-driven, an emphasis on the positive mental health of staff.
“Having been brought up in French kitchens, I had never seen a Dutch baby, but they were made daily at Sooke Harbour House: breakfast babies, herb and cheese babies, crab babies, clam babies, mushroom babies (to accompany roasted meats in lieu of a starch), dessert babies with foraged berries. Satisfying to cook and even better to eat.”