But what kind of asshole blames their family for their imagined shortcomings when they're 33? Not this asshole. So imagine my surprise when I discovered that not only could I make crepes so paper thin they melt on your tongue, but I could make fucking delicious crepes so paper thin they melt on your tongue. If I can, so can you. My directions and recipe below:
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup water
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons butter, melted
To serve, coat with butter and granulated sugar and lemon if you like.
I'm not going to pretend that I didn't eat these as they came off the griddle, liberally doused with sugar and butter. I love this no-job thing. And? I didn't really have to eat for the rest of the day. You should only stuff yourself sick once a day, I think.