January 19, 2005
As a belated Christmas present from my mother (putting me in the lead for the "who got the most Christmas presents" game I play with my siblings), I got this bit o' heaven:
That's right, it's a crepe maker. Those who love me will recognize it from my Amazon Wish List. Now I can make those sweet, sweet, discs of goodness right in the comfort of my own kitchen. Okay, I guess I could do that before, but now I can easily make those sweet, sweet, yada yada, my own kitchen.
This gift causes some problems in my life, however:
- As a disciple of Alton Brown, I try to follow the cardinal appliance rule: In a kitchen, the only unitasker allowed is the fire extinguisher. Everything else should be versitile. I can't think of any other use for this thing.
- Now that I can have crepes on this side of the Atlantic, I no longer have to pretend to like my French in-laws. This is bound to cause problems.
The first problem, I'm not so worried about, really. Alton would clearly make an exception if he knew how much I loved the sweet, sweet, crepes. (Although I have mentioned it several times in my daily letters, so he might have an idea). Besides, I bought his book, so what more does he want from me?
The second problem is componded by the fact that my French family (hereafter know as the "Framily") will probably dispute the very nature of this device, like how people insist that Guinness in the states is "not the same" as it is in Ireland, or that The Greatful Dead is actually good when you see them in concert. And to some extent, the Framily would have a point: the sweet, sweet, crepes that this machine makes are really thin and rather small, which are a bit different than the ones in France. No less delicious, though, and that's the important part.
The biggest problem of all, however, is that I won't be able to explain any of this to Alton or the Framily, since I plan on keeping my mouth constantly stuffed with sweet, sweet, crepes for the forseeable future.Posted by Kevin at January 19, 2005 08:48 AM