crêpes

The idea of crêpes has never really appealed to me. What's the big deal anyway? Wouldn't you just rather have straight up pancakes? Plus, I always thought they should be rolled like little tamales. I got the idea of trying my hand at it, and once I thought that idea there was no dislodging it. That's how my brain works. I didn't use a recipe. I just tossed together ingredients I thought would be good, making sure to use an egg, milk, flour. By whim, I added a spot of clove and cinnamon, melted butter, vanilla, sugar, salt. For the fruit sauces, I just added a little sugar to the strawberries and let them form their own sauce. For the bananas, I used orange juice with corn starch heated in the microwave, more of the same spices in tiny dashes, and a few drops of Grand Marnier®, which I think means "big sailor" in French. Ha ha ha ha. So, this is the result of my spontaneous mad skilzz. It took me about five seconds to eat all that. OK, ten seconds. OK, FINE! ten minutes.

Coffee in a Mason jar proves I'm très déclassé.