"Hey Sal."
And I say, "What?"
"You know what would be fantastic?"
"What?"
"CREPPES"
So I say, "F*** yeah brain. You're a genius!"
And off I go to make creppes using a recipe from "Dragmire's Recipes"!
Don't get me wrong. What Dragmire makes and what I make are two things entirely different. And here's why. His stuff looks good enough to eat. My stuff looks good enough to give a mercy kill.
I started out fine. I had my eggs, I had my milk, I had my butter, I had my flo-- I didn't have any flour. What DID I have? MASECA MASA, instant corn maize flour. Yeah, mexican to the max. So I think to myself, fine, I'll make myself creppes but they might be a bit tortilla-y. GOOD GAWD WAS I EVER NAIVE.
What I made wasn't anything I could have foreseen. Well I did foresee it. It was a crepptilla. Tortilla textured creppes that were not too delicious but could still pass off fine drowned in fruits and lotsa syrup.
CHEK IT BOYEEE:
"KILL ME PLEASE" says the crepptillas
SORROWFUL WASH OF DEFEAT AND HUNGER
Bottom line is. If you don't have all purpose flour. You ain't gettin' creppes. Your punk-ass is stayin' hungry.
That is of course you take the sissy way out and go get Jack in the Box.
But then again creppes probably aren't too nutritious.
Neither are jr. bacon cheeseburgers...
Bottom bottom line: I'm hungry.