I saw my very first popover earlier this year when my husband, Manuel, and I were visiting the Beaufort Inn, a charming B&B in historic Beaufort, SC. I was raised in the south for the better part of my years and was quite surprised that I had never seen one. My mother had many culinary diversities but I don’t remember ever seeing a popover.
Imagine my surprise when, in the elegant dining room of the inn, the waitress placed a popover on my bread plate. Surely she was mistaken, I thought, nudging my plate toward the center of the table. That oddly shaped monstrosity could not solely be for me! Certainly it was meant to be shared. Well, imagine my greater surprise when she then placed another on my husband’s bread plate!
“How can I possibly be expected to eat that huge thing!”, I blurted. “I won’t be able to eat my dinner!” “It’s a popover.”, Manuel responded. “It’s hollow.” Manuel had grown up in Savannah, Georgia and had more knowledge of pop-overs than I. My research of popovers taught me that they are an American version of England’s Yorkshire Pudding, and that while they are commonly served with meat, they are also made with spices, nutmeg or simply served as buttery rolls.
Well, indeed, I was very pleased to experience for the first time ever, this fluffy, light, hollow on the inside, delectable, melt in your mouth, wonderful with sweet butter or anything else you might imagine putting on it, surprise. It was pure heaven!
As fate would have it, just a few weeks later I was making my usual thrift store rounds looking for inspirational and vintage treasures and what do you think I saw sitting on the shelf? That’s right! A popover pan and it was in it’s original box!











