Baked Apple Pancake

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In Death at Grizzly Bowl, Heidi tries to impress Ken with her special apple pancake.  When it comes from the oven, it is stunning.



Batter

4 large eggs
1/2 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1 tablespoon sugar
Pinch of salt
1 cup of milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 tablespoons butter
1/8 teaspoon nutmeg

Fruit

4 tablespoons butter
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon nutmeg
1 large tart apple (no need to peel)

Blend eggs, flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt in the food processor.  With the machine running, add vanilla, butter, and nutmeg.  Let it stand for thirty minutes.
Slice the apple.


In a 10 inch ovenproof skillet, melt the butter and coat the sides of the pan.  Sprinkle 1/4 cup of sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg over the butter.  Cover with apple slices and the other 1/4 cup of sugar.  Use medium-high heat until the mixture bubbles.

Pour the batter over the apples and place in a preheated 425-degree oven for fifteen minutes.  Reduce the heat to 375 and bake for ten minutes more.  Serve immediately

Makes 3-4 servings.

This recipe adapted from Machine Cuisine Cooking Classes





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