Today is the day all baseball fans have been waiting for. Rather, All American League baseball fans.

Maybe that’s too strong. Let me whittle it down to it’s most basic component. It is the day that She has been waiting for. She didn’t watch much baseball last year. The Mariners just plain sucked. They didn’t suck hard enough to come in last though. (It’s a problem. I won’t go into the draft rules here.)

However, as this day dawns (cloudy, rainy, and a bit chilly), the Mariners find themselves in first place as they head to their home opener.

I’m not a big baseball fan. However, since She is, and I don’t want to be a baseball widow I follow along. (I am a little excited.)

Now, the Mariners have been in first place many times over the last couple of decades only to crash and burn by the third month of the season. However, last year they sucked out of the gate, so we have more hope.

So as we prep to go to the game, I hear birds chirping, and my chest swells.

With laughter as the cat bashes her head against the window stalking them.

I really haven’t talked much about the importance of breakfast food. Now, I’m not talking about the importance of a meal that may be called breakfast. I am talking about the foods associated with that meal.

There is one such food that is, head and shoulders, above all other breakfast foods (waffles). I wish to make clear that the food I am going to talk about is a clear second to the first food (waffles) – the Dutch baby.

Dutch babies are soooo awesome. For those unlucky souls who have never eaten a Dutch baby, imagine a cross between a pancake and a soufflé with a tad of crepe thrown in. When you are served one in a restaurant, it is dusted with powdered sugar and festooned with a lemon wedge. Your better establishments will also offer a selection of syrups and fruit toppings.

I had a “hankerin’” for one this last week, and I figured the odds of getting to a “breakfast place” to acquire one was low (“going out” = “cheeseburgers”). Fortunately, the universe has provided Google, and within minutes I had a number of recipes at hand.

I figured out what the common ingredients were (cast iron), and was able to make such a delight in my own home.

Sadly, I cannot repeat the feat as I am now out of syrup.