I hate mornings. HAATTEEE mornings. I don’t get up easily. I’ll usually lay around for a half an hour or more, waiting for more sleep. Except, apparently for today. Today, I decided that I needed crepes in my life. I was considering going out to breakfast for some Swedish pancakes with my boyfriend, but realized how little I actually wanted to go anywhere. Then I remembered I know how to make crepes.
My alarm for work (no, I don’t work today) usually goes off at 6:40 am. I was awake and looking up a recipe for crepes by 6:30… 6:30. I’m still amazed at this.
I jumped out of bed, and was reminded why I don’t do that normally. I was dizzy and my body was screaming at me, but I leaned against my bed, let it all pass and tried not to think about laying back down. CREPES were calling my name.
I had to look up the recipe as I don’t have one I like. Also, more annoyingly, my mom has made me crepes probably every time she comes out here. She’s written her recipe (my preferred recipe) down at least twice. I’ve lost it every time… Need to put that in my computer. Found a recipe I like (Pillsbury) and started on the crepes.
The recipe calls for two tablespoons melted unsalted butter. Mine was frozen. I put the stick in the microwave for 20 seconds to soften it a smidge. Then I cut off three tablespoons, forgetting I only needed two. I stuck the three tablespoons in a ramekin, microwaved for 30 seconds, then took ramekin out of the microwave. Half was melted, but there was a nice solid chuck that needed more melting. Usually, I’ll mix up the butter, but this time, I did not. I stuck the ramekin back in the microwave for another 30 seconds. About halfway through, there was a loud pop, or small boom, depending on how you want to look at it.
My boyfriend and I both went, “What was that?”
I went to the microwave and saw that though half the butter was still in the ramekin, the other half was running down the door of the microwave. And on the sides, and dripping from the ceiling of the microwave… spent the next few minutes cleaning up the microwave. I’m pretty sure that is the first time I have witnessed butter exploding. I never want to see that happen again. Cleaning up butter is not the easiest thing to do.
But, once that was cleaned up, I continued with making crepes, this time melting the butter on the stove.
After I melted the butter I saw that I needed two, not three tablespoons. Not a big deal, as I used the melted butter to butter the pan before pouring in the batter.
After the batter was done, I started on the crepes. If you’re curious, I use a medium ceramic pan and have a great plastic spatula. It’s long, but not very wide, perfect for flipping crepes.
Once the microwave was clean and dry, we also cooked up some turkey bacon. Yes, turkey bacon. It’s pretty tasty. And yes, in the microwave. Quicker and easier clean up. I just had a crepe wrapped around a piece of turkey bacon. So. Fucking. Worth. It.
The crepes are now done. I ate while cooking because I was too hungry to wait. I think the recipe was a little egg-ier than my mom’s recipe, but still really good.
Oh, and by the way, crepes are not that hard to make. Now that I’ve made you hungry, go make yourself some crepes! You’ll probably really enjoy them.