mood: upbeat
music: 'honey power' by my bloody valentine
wow, i really am bipolar.
so today in french class we took a quiz, turned in an essay, then spent the rest of the class making crepes. that's right, making crepes. they're supposed to be for the mardi gras lunch tomorrow at loyola. i'd never tasted one before, and after snatching one and sharing it with my group behind madame cane's back, i decided they taste like half-cooked pancakes. half-cooked french pancakes.
being the innovateur i am, i made a few football/whale shaped crepes, much to the enjoyment of my peers. les crepes des baleine.
so i asked for the recipe and tonight i plan on making my own batch. the only ingredients are flour, eggs, milk, and vegetable oil, so i thought it would be easy, but at work today i realized that we didn't have any milk. (my house hasn't had milk since my mom and dad joined the atkins craze. we only have 'low-carb dairy beverage' in our fridge.) being the outlaw i was destined to be, i devised a plan.
i went to starbucks on the way home and asked for a cup of hot water. what the rookie baristas didn't know was that my objective was the cup. so i got my free hot water, which in turn sterilized the cup, and went to the far sugar/cream station that everyone seems to ignore. there, i dumped the hot water and poured about half the contents of the 'whole milk' container into my cup. voila! free milk. sure, now it's milk, sut soon enough i'll be purloining bouillon from fort knox...
4 comments:
Crafty!
I love crepes. I took French back in high school, and we made them in class, too. When I was in Japan last year, I got a very delicious crepe with ice cream inside. I forget what flavor it was but it almost certainly was filled with chocolate syrup. (Have I ever mentioned that Japan rules? Because it does.)
definitely.
i went to japan with my family very briefly in the 6th grade. we spent a day and two nights oggling things like the neon brightness and the toilet in the hotel that shoots warm water at your hooha.
i wish to go back again one day, especially after watching 'lost in translation' a few too many times.
i am going to make a list of conveniences they have in japan (for humans) that i haven't seen elsewhere. like, heated toilet seats (oh by the way hooha is The Best word for what you were referring to that i have ever heard), and let's see...the parasol mount on bike handlebars, and the braille strip down the center of the sidewalks, and the amazingly designed little drip-coffee-hang-it-in-the-cup things, light and balanced and efficient. And, the warm moist towelletes they hand you at bars and restaurants, and......
ok, your gonna have to explain the braille sidewalk strip...
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