Because I wanted to feel like a fancy-pants for our penultimate Easter supper, I made these little fellas from the America’s Test Kitchen (ATK) Family Baking Book. Even typing or saying them sounds fancy. I even affect a slight British accent when I say it, although none of my relatives across the pond made them in my memory or presented them alongside a turkey dinner.
Easy to assemble, all was well until the tray cooking on the lower rack burned their bottoms. (Which I promptly took care of by ripping off the tops and eating.)