Saturday, November 5, 2011


This morning I woke up and I wanted crepes.

Now I've never been to Europe, and I don't speak French. So when I say I wanted crepes, what I mean is I wanted crapes, pronounced like "grapes" only with a "c." Not "c-phlegmnoise-ehps," "crapes." It's important that I make that distinction. Doubtlessly if some friend or family member of mine who had lived in/worked in/visited crepe-eating Europe were to try the crepes that I'm familiar with, they would laugh with derision, nonchalantly wipe their nose with a silk handkerchief and say, "Sam(my), those are not crepes. Real crepes _________(insert description of real crepes here)." Now that we've made that distinction, we can carry on.

So I got out of bed and was about to go upstairs and make crepes when I saw my basketball under my desk. Seeing that, I decided that I wanted to play basketball instead. So forgetting all about crepes, I pulled on some shorts and a long sleeve shirt, grabbed a stocking cap and my ball, and I headed to the basketball court down by the tracks.

I shot around for a little while, running constantly so as to stay warm. After about 45 minutes of hearing shot after shot after shot swish cleanly through the chain net, I went back home intent on showering and getting after my homework. As I was driving home listening to "What's Up" by 4 Non Blondes and wondering why the song wasn't more appropriately named "What's Going On," my stomach grumbled and I realized that I still wanted crepes. It was weird. Usually when I crave some food item, that craving lasts all of 15-20 minutes and I'm on to something else. But not this morning. The need for crepes had stuck around and had somehow achieved a previously unknown staying power. I took it as a sign that the universe really wanted me to have crepes for breakfast, so I gave in.

I got home and went down to my room to find my Better Homes and Gardens cookbook. After searching for a little while I found it, and that's when it hit me: I haven't made crepes since I was a freshman here at BYU.

Flashback to '04 - '05.

Nearly every Saturday morning I would wake up and, having nothing to do, would bust out the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook that my mom had bought for me when I moved to school. I'd flip through it and find something awesome to make for breakfast. It was nothing super fancy, usually crepes or German pancakes or waffles or other fairly simple recipes. Occasionally I did get a little bit more adventurous, but I tended to stick close to the simple stuff. One time I remember I was trying a recipe that called for yeast and I had to call one of my sisters to ask where the yeast is in the store. I don't remember what it was I was cooking, so I'm guessing I blocked out whatever failure happened after I'd bought the yeast. What I mean to say with all this is that I was a cooking machine.

During that year I called my mom and sisters a lot asking them what various cooking terms meant and how to do things in the kitchen that I'd never done before, like cooking spaghetti squash. It was a great year.

Back to the present day.

I pulled my Better Homes and Gardens cookbook out from under a stack of VHS tapes and headed up to the kitchen. As I walked up the stairs thumbing through the cookbook, I saw grease stains on recipes of things that I hadn't tried to make since my freshman year. I ran across coffee cake and buttermilk biscuits and blondies. If stains are any indication of past experiments I'm led to believe that I may have even tried to make fudge at one point. Thinking back to those days I couldn't help but pine for nights and weekends when I didn't have homework or other pressing concerns that took up my time. And by "didn't have homework" I of course mean "didn't do homework." Well nothing wasn't stopping me today.

I found the page with the crepe recipe and realized how easy it really is, even without a crepe maker. So I turned on my Pandora Diana Krall (Christmas) station and set to it.

I won't bore you with details of mixing the ingredients and cooking the batter in a frying pan and all that jazz, but suffice it to say, when all was said and done, the crepes were delicious.

I'd have taken a picture of the crepes as proof of my morning's activities, but my ravishing hunger didn't allow for their prolonged existence. My apologies. Instead here's a stock photo of crepes that very nearly approximates my experience this morning.


  1. Hahaha~ oh i love this. that is all. next time let's combine forces. :) oh. and your first phrase makes it sound like when someone goes to Europe, poof! they speak french... i think you're just making excuses for not speaking the celestial language. PLUS I don't own any Silk handkerchiefs. so there.

  2. We had crepes often growing up. I always loved them but I have never made them in my 14+ years of marriage. I was afraid. You see, my parents had a crepe maker and I thought it was magic and that it would be too difficult to do the pan way. Then I read your post and I thought maybe I can after all. So I did.

    I have to thank you because I have been craving them off and on since May. (Yes, May). Now that I know how easy it is we will do it more often. My family thanks you too. In fact Joel even said "Thanks for Uncle Sammy making crepes so mom would" in his blessing on the food.

    My favorite way to enjoy them is with a little bit of powdered sugar and a sprinkling of lemon juice. Heaven.

    Three cheers for you.

  3. You, your 'crapes', and your Better Homes and Gardens cookbook have all of my approval.

  4. I'm really glad that you a) listend to Christmas music, b) told us about it and c) no one has complained yet. Well done.

  5. Wow, you inspired Jill, who is the ultimate cook. Now that's a compliment. Now I really want crepes or German pancakes or anything bready and sweet. Maybe I'll have to have a breakfast supper tomorrow.

    Also, do you remember having crepes growing up and Mom would make some cream of pea filling? I just remember we had to eat 2 or 3 with that filling (which I never liked because I don't like things mixed with my vegetables often) before we could have a dessert crepe. Good times.

  6. Sam! I love to see you posting so frequently! I am also happy you made so many baskets and accurately sounded out the proper French pronunciation of crepes. Sounds like a fantastic Saturday!