Saturday Morning Popovers

I loved almost everything my father cooked for me as a kid (with the possible exception of ratatouille), but my ultimate favorite was his popovers. There was NOTHING better than eating a steaming hot and buttery popover right after it came out of the oven. He often served them with an extremely garlicky Caesar salad that I can still remember to this day. But they were also wonderful for breakfast, slathered with my mother’s favorite bitter orange marmalade.—Victoria Price,