The other night, determined to make the most of our four rainy days of autumn –it’ll be back in the 90’s by the weekend– I decided to make crêpes.
Crêpes are my favorite lazy dinner. I’d been out late, inspecting a new market, after some unpleasantness in my OLD market when some balding but be-ponytailed guy (who may or may not have been the same dashiki-wearing bastard who spilled peach smoothie on my favorite Hermès scarf back in June of 2007) told me he could “sense a blockage of my sacral chakra“, and then offered to clear my blockage through –I swear– “Healing sensual touch”.
I know! Right there in front of God, the tangelos and everyone! I needed to find a new natural market.
“But Plummy, you live in Austin, home of Whole Foods. That’s like the promised land of organic, fair trade smuggery, why not just go there?” I hear you ask. I smell what you’re stepping in, but Whole Foods creeps me out. Partially because I believe WF founder and fellow Austinite John Mackey to be a great big honking tool and partially because I am afraid of the Market of Babylon: The world’s biggest Whole Foods –complete with a rooftop ice-skating rink– in the middle of downtown Austin.
Funny story in no way related to the post:
One day while eating Ethiopian with a Boy I Rilly Rilly Liked who had a codependent relationship with the Whole Foods prepared meals section, I mentioned my Whole Foods Fear. He asked me if it was because of the underground parking (a rarity in Texas because of our clay soil; we don’t have basements either.)
He said he liked them because it reminded him of being in D.C. where he spent a year working for a congressman.
I said it wasn’t the parking that bothered me, growing up in D.C. meant underground parking was no novelty, and I actually like it too. What I meant to say is was “Yeah! It reminds me of being in All the President’s Men.”
What I actually said was:
“Yeah! It reminds me of being in Deep Throat!”
Anyhoodle, crêpes are one of my favorite lazy comfort foods because they’re dead easy and remind me of fall, and it’s one of those things you can make for other people so they’ll just marvel at your culinary genius. I’ve been using Andre’s recipe for a year now which is the way his mother taught him.
Basic French Crêpes:
Beat 2 eggs, 3 tablespoons browned butter, a pinch of salt and a teacup of milk plus a splash of water or booze in a bowl. Fill that same teacup with unbleached flour and sift over the liquid, mix, let sit an hour.
In a very hot crepe pan –mine is a 7″ cast iron job– pour about 1/3rd a teacup of batter, swirling the pan until a thin layer of batter covers the pan. Remove from heat, let the edges get a bit dry looking and flip either using a spatula, turner or your fingers if you’re insane (I am).
At that point your crêpe is ready. I just usually brush it with a bit of liqueur and browned butter or teensy drizzle of sweetened condensed milk (you can buy it in a squeeze bottle in Latin markets) then fold it into quarters and flip it onto a plate, but you can fill a crêpe with just about anything, sweet or savory.
Today Miss Plumcake wants to know:
What your favorite lazy fall comfort food? If it’s homemade, share the recipe.
What’s the most inappropriate thing someone’s ever said to you at the grocery store?