Crepes??? CRIPES!!!!

So this morning when I woke up, I was so excited about this bright, beautiful Monday that I beat my alarm clock senseless.

I know, sounds a little cliché, right? Well that's what happened. Luckily, I had no pressing appointments or classes that I missed this morning. So I took advantage of the late morning and decided to attempt the improbable: Making Crepes.




Ah, Crepes! The beautiful, lovely, paper thin slices of heaven that originate from France. You can fill them with anything you choose, fruit or ice cream, chicken, and the classic Nutella filling. Even chocolate tastes better inside a crepe! But why do I want to pay three dollars for one or two when I can make 12 at the same price? If I picked out a simple, but yummy recipe, like this one it would be a cinch.

Or so I thought.

Mine looked nothing like the picture. At all.

My crepes this morning were initally were a disaster. They were undercooked, or greasy, or they cooked way too fast and became tough and gummy. I had two out twelve that were mouth-worthy, and frankly, I was frustrated. I am usually sort of close to the way it should taste or look like on the first try.

I learned three things about crepes that really pertain to real life. There are the three P's of Crepes. Precision, Patience, and Persistance. Well, I don't know if the first P really works in real life, unless you're an über control freak.

Precision: The Crepe is a very fragile food. To avoid doing run arounds the kitchen when your butter doesn't temper well into the mixture, make sure everything is room temperature or slightly cooler before you start cooking. It doesn't have to be room temp, just make sure everything is about the same temperature.

I also found that mixing the ingredients in a blender on low gets everything nice and even without bringing too much air into the mix.

Patience: Make sure to take your time with the crepes. The recipe says that cook time is about twenty minutes, but it took me a lot longer. At the beginning, my pan was not hot enough, during it became too hot, and was perfect heat during the last two crepes. It's just like pancakes in that sense, use common sense: too cool? turn up the heat a little. Too hot? remove from flame or source and let the pan cool down a tad.

And crepes need constant babysitting. Let it sit on one side until the edges are dry (and i mean bone dry, they should be turning golden brown) and bubbles show up on the face up side. Make sure that the crepe on the bottom is golden brown. DO NOT FLIP UNTIL IT IS GOLDEN BROWN. That may take anywhere from a minute and a half to 2 minutes.

Persistance: Don't give up! I was so close to throwing in the dish towel when none of them were coming out right, but that's when I started to learn new things about my kitchen. My pans tend to be too cool or too hot, so I have to play with the flame until I find the sweet spot. If this is your first time with crepes, it probably won't turn out right, just take your time! Keep at it!


And be sustainable, don't discard the egg whites! Make an omelette. I don't really like eggs, but I hated the idea of throwing out perfectly good food. So, I scrambled them.

Next stop on the TCKimmi cooking channel: making an egg white omelette that doesn't make me want to yak.

Bon apetit, readers!

Confession #2: Bugs really freak me out. I just hide it well.

So i am looking for a new apartment, and honestly after what i just saw tonight, I don't think it could be too soon to for me to move.

I went to make a crepe in the kitchen, and instead decided to just pick at some slices of pepperoni. While munching, i thought about making a bowl of cheerios and i went to get a clean dish from the drainer, and there. it. was.

The first full grown roach of the summer!!!!!!

Now granted I have seen bigger in Hawaii, and I saw a much bigger one in the city streets a few days ago, but I haven't seen one in my home since I moved here. It was very very VERY disgusting. I am seriously contemplating a mass homicide with Raid. or Combat. or the equivalent of those brands here. Because where there is one, there are always more.

Now I don't even want to eat at home! After all the food I bought...I don't think I can do it. i'm paraniod that my food will turn out to be one of the old Mormonads, you know, the one with the sundae. Like...SURPRISE!!!! PROTIEN!!!

I cannot wait to move. period.

PS: Don't worry. I killed it before I went to bed.

Rainy Days and Time Machines

I really didn't realize how much I valued silence--

until my roommate moved in her drum set.

I really took advantage of being out of the house during daylight hours this week, but given the onset of rain this afternoon, I came home from my outing early. I'm pretty sure that being on dates in the rain is romantic--when you're with someone that romantically interests you. When it's a brief acquaintance, however, sharing an umbrella feels a little uncomfortable.

I seem to have the most interesting luck with boys. Well, not so much interesting as ironic. I meet boys and it just doesn't seem to work out one way or another. Either I don't like them, or they don't like me. I went on two dates with this one guy, and he has suddenly become incredibly busy. I can't be one hundred percent sure, but I'm using Elizabeth Bennet's take on this: "One knows exactly what to think."

The universe has taken it upon herself to bring back 3 boys from my past. I don't know if it is to say "Hey, maybe you should give these guys a chance. There's still hope!" or "See these awesome guys? Because you were too afraid, they have moved on. Now you have to chase boys that may not like you half as much as they did."

I don't think either of these are true, because there is no point in rewinding; you just go backwards to repeat the same things you did before. I think there's a reason man hasn't invented the time machine. There's no way we could stop ourselves from making mistakes because we wouldn't be who we were in the present, totally altering the fabric of space-time, and by making those changes we probably wouldn't have the time machine to send us back to begin with.

"A classic rookie mistake."

I haven't given boys much thought, honestly. I've been a little too busy restoring my legs to normal after a long afternoon of stretching and extension exercises yesterday. My teachers are really making sure that I step up. It's nice to have teachers that push me. I like it a lot. I feel like they are proud of my progress, but constantly remind me of how far I have to go. There's no rewinding now, there's too much lying ahead of me.

The clouds calm me. I think I really prefer the vibrations that come from thunderclaps than a double bass drum beat.

Confession #1: I'm not good at beginnings.

So I've decided to finally start writing in this blog. Not because I don't have anything better to do, but because I would rather get my creative juices flowing than play mindless Farmville on my ridiculously slow computer.

I didn' t think my life was interesting enough to write about, but anything is interesting if you put a spin on it. I live in Mexico city, and am training to be a musical theater actress. The irony of it all? I'm still looking for the right college major! I live in an apartment with 4 other girls and I am the one that is the closest to normal. The other girls are cool, just fixed in this "I'm going to school to be a rock star" type of mentality. They like to live out loud--literally.

What I am going to write about in here won't just be about my roomates, or about school, or work. I'm almost never at home, and everyone knows what school and work are like, so it would be a a bit redundant to talk about those things. I spend a lot of time wandering around the city with my friends finding new places to hang out, good food to eat, and places to play. So I'll be writing about that. I mean, I probably will write thought based entries every once in a while when I can't sleep, but why sit in my house when outside of it there is a whole world to see?

Not all of my experiences will be in chronological order. When it's a flashback, you will know...trust me.

Well--this should be fun.