Crepes
I started young with kitchen disasters.
I remember when I was about 7 years old my Grandma (Babcia) was babysitting my sister and me, while our parents went out for their anniversary. I watched her make our Friday dinner. She used my mom’s big wonderful frying pan, put some butter in it, turned the stove on, and poured this batter she made from pancake flour, eggs and milk into the melted butter, making a beautiful thin crepe that cooked quickly. She turned the stove off and spread her homemade strawberry preserves on the crepe, then rolled it up, put it on a platter, cut it thirds and topped each with a dollop of sweet farmers cheese. Yummy !
So, the next morning, I decided to make an anniversary surprise for my parents. I took out the big frying pan, put a glob of butter in it, turned the stove on high and began making the batter from the pancake flour, eggs and milk. I made a big bowl full. Then, I poured it ALL in the pan with the burnt butter. It filled the pan to the brim. I went to my parents’ room and woke them up, and told them I was making them a special, yummy, anniversary surprise breakfast. My dad had driven Babcia home the night before. They seemed happy, I think. We talked about their anniversary night out. Then my dad said he smelled smoke, I ran to the kitchen, and screamed. The batter had risen and spilled over the sides of the pan and drops were burning on the stove, not to mention the smoke coming from the bottom of the pan. My dad came running in the kitchen in his shorts and t-shirt (his sleeping attire). He got a hot pad, grabbed the burning pan and ran out the kitchen door to dump the mess in the trash. The lady next-door was hanging laundry and laughed at my dad as she said hi.
We all had cereal for breakfast. My mom poured it and the milk in the bowls. It took me a long time to clean the wonderful frying pan.
- Gramma
My Babcia who made the beautiful crepes. She is in the cape, my mom was holding me.
This is a picture from when I was about the age of this pancake surprise.