Saturday, February 04, 2006

Crepes!

The cold snap is easing a bit, but the weather is still gray and overcast. Today the sky was like lead, and the damp made everything shiny. But the house is cozy, and the table is set for dinner. I'm waiting for my husband to come home so he can make crepes.
Today we're having crepes for dinner. I'm not a good crepe maker. (My little brother used to called them creeps, and for some reason the name stuck.)
I can make the batter just fine - as a matter of fact, it's really easy. But I can't cook them!! I get everything ready - the half a potato in a cup of oil, fork stuck in it, to grease the pan. The bowl of batter. The ladle. Two crepe pans. A pan of steaming water with a plate on it to keep the cooked crepe warm and to keep them from getting dried out...Everything ready...and then I start to make the crepes.
The batter sticks, the crepe tears, it's cooked on one half and not cooked on the other. ARGH!
My daughter and son look on pityingly.
"Wait for dad to come home," says my daughter, after the third crepe is scraped off the pan looking like scrambled eggs.
"Argh!" I say again, determined to do it right, just one time.
"You're going to waste the batter." My son speaks in the voice of reason.
I sigh, and leave the crepe-making to my husband, who cannot cook - not one little bit - but who, for some reason, makes Excellent crepes.
So I get the table ready:
Nutella chocolate, strawberry jam, lemons, sugar, cinnamon, butter, and honey.
You have the choice - usually I put butter and honey. My hsuband likes jam, my son loves leamon and sugar, and my daughter eats them with Nutella.
The door just opened, and my husband is home -
Bon Appetite!

5 comments:

Madeline Hill said...

YUM! I am a good cook but I, too cannot make crepes OR omelettes.. I make a total mess of it all. And I LOVE omelettes. I even got the special pan and STILL manage to make it look like an explosion.Oh well. At least YOUR husband cooks!

Sam said...

I don't know if making crepes qualifies him as being able to cook, lol. He cannot do Anything else, even a grilled cheese sandwich is beyond him, lol.

Daisy Dexter Dobbs said...

I adore crepes, Sam. My dad made delicious, eggy crepes almost every weekend when I was a kid (my mother couldn’t master them). He called them cinnamon egg pancakes and I didn’t realize they were crepes until I was older. He made them with vanilla and cinnamon and served them with butter and maple syrup.

I love to make them and have for years. I like then rich and eggy. My favorite way to eat them is either with fresh lemon syrup (sugar, lemon juice and rind, and butter) or with a squeeze of fresh lemon over the buttered crepes and then topped with powdered sugar. But I love them with most any topping. Haven’t tried them with Nutella yet, but I LOVE that stuff, so that’s definitely something I’ll try.

Crepes are a true comfort food for me and whenever I make them now I’m immediately transported to my childhood. ;-)

Lyn Cash said...

I've mastered omelets (most of the time) but have yet to master crepes - love 'em, though. Mmm!!!

Enjoyed your writing techniques I just read, too, btw. I like doing character sketches...and plot maps. If I know where I'm starting and know where I'm ending up, the rest is usually easy. But occasionally the character won't fully reveal himself/herself until I'm about 1/3 into the story - that's where I go mad - lol.

Bonita said...

I love crepes. When my daughter and I were in Paris, the delicious crepes available were definitely a highlight (and something even my picky darling daughter would eat!)