My husband is English. I have never attempted Yorkshire puds out of sheer fear that they would not even come close to those made by my darling mother-in-law. Well, hello Yorkshires! So fluffy, so gorgeous, I thought my husband was going to cry when he saw them, and pass out when he ate one. He ate one straight from the tin, couldn't wait for me to make the gravy. One thing I did learn from her is that you don't ever open the oven until they're timed to be done, so perhaps that will help those having trouble. Anyway, this recipe should be bronzed for prosperity. Thank you!!
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My husband is English. I have never attempted Yorkshire puds out of sheer fear that they would...