Chicken Parmesan Roll-Ups

You know the sounds of a good meal. Cutlery clinking against porcelain plates. The thoughtful chewing of the first bite and the delighted sounds of a satisfied palate. For the interested cook, this melody is all that is needed to affirm the success of the meal.

Flopovers

I arose this morning, groggy-eyed, but excited about a yummy breakfast treat for Sunday morning. I was going to make popovers. It's a modest bread, requiring simple ingredients: flour, milk, eggs, butter and salt. Things seemed to be going well until I peeked into the oven to glimpse at what I hoped would be five golden balloons.

Popovers are supposed to overflow the pan in a giant, crusty-brown bubble. Their batter is supposed to double in volume, rising out of the pan to create that beautiful, hot-air balloon shape. Biting into a popover is supposed to reveal a surprise...there is nothing inside. Popovers are supposed to be an airy shell with a delicious eggy taste.

Supposed to. 

Mine didn't rise at all. 

There is no surprise inside. 

They look like hockey pucks. 

My popovers are a flop.