Up until our first trip to Maine I had never had the pleasure of savoring the warm bite of a popover. There was no lack of baked goods in my universe but somehow eating a popover was not in my treasure chest of tasty treats. On our second trip to Maine, with knowledge of the savory treats stored securely in my memory, digging into more popovers was a priority. Yes, there were lots of sights on my list to explore but the top spots on the list belonged to my favorite restaurants. I was on a mission to get back to The Jordan Pond House Restaurant and devour their popovers.
Each meal comes with one popover. One is not enough. It is now standard practice for me to immediately advise the server upon ordering to bring me my second popover ASAP. I know I will want it. There is no reason to wait.
As you can see in the picture above, the popovers at their restaurant are huge. I did not manage to take a picture of what they look like cut in half but I can tell you that they are light and fluffy and full of space to slather it with butter and jam.
When we returned from our trip I immediately began testing out a gluten-free version of The Jordan Pond House’s popover recipe. With several tweaks here and there and maybe a few more to go I think I’ve come pretty close to replicating my favorite pastry. My version is not nearly as large, light or fluffy but I’m sure that will come with a few more tweaks. For now, I’ll stay satiated with this recipe.
Since this is my last post about our trip to Maine I wanted to share with you two more stunning photographs we captured on our trip. The only thing on our itinerary for our drive there was a stop overnight in Boston. We had the whole day traveling there wide open. About 15 minutes outside of New Canaan, Connecticut we realized we were minutes away from The Philip Johnson Glass House. We decided to take a chance and stop by. To say that we were lucky would be an understatement.
We arrived at the visitor center less than an hour before the next tour was scheduled to begin. We casually inquired about taking a tour. Two people had just backed out of the next tour. There were spots available. Normally the wait-list can run up to one month. Within minutes we were on the shuttle on the way to the house.
The tour included a tour of the glass house, the painting gallery and sculpture gallery pictured below. We toured the sculpture gallery at the exact time the sun peered through the roof. Isn’t the picture below stunning?
Our detour to the home was an intriguing way to start out our vacation. I’ll leave details about all of the White Russian drinks I consumed on our night in Boston and subsequent vicious hangover for another post:)
(Adapted from Jordan Pond House)