My Mom's Yorkshire Pudding Recipe

Yorkshire pudding brings back bitter sweet memories for me. Every Sunday while I was growing up, a roast went into the oven before we left for church. When we arrived home, my mother would mix up the Yorkshire pudding and slip it into the oven while we all changed out of our church clothes. This was our Sunday ritual that never varied unless we were traveling. Over the years, many of my friends were introduced to this traditional British recipe.

Ten years ago my mother developed lung cancer. About a month before she passed away, she had invited my family and I for lunch. She planned to have roast and Yorkshire pudding. That day I found her in the kitchen with a mixing bowl in hand, flour on the counter, and a confused look on her face. When I asked her what was wrong, she just looked at me with tears in her eyes. It took me a few minutes to realize that she had been trying to make the Yorkshire pudding but was unable to remember how to make it. The same recipe she had made for her family all of our lives. I knew then that the cancer had spread and her time with us was coming to a close.

Today, I rarely make Yorkshire pudding (so unhealthy!), but when I do it makes me smile and think of my mom and those warm, childhood memories. And of course, mine never turns out half as good as hers!