05/15/2026
🥞 Chronicle of a Crêpe!
200 crêpes later...
10 pm: The Enthusiasm. "Come on, 200 crêpes is nothing! Just a little mountain of happiness—it’ll be a fun, convivial time!"
11 pm: The Beginning of the End. The 10-liter mixing bowl is full. The ladle is dancing. The first crêpe is a flop (tradition dictates this), the second is mediocre, the third is acceptable.
12:30 am: The 50th Crêpe. The scent of butter has permeated the curtains... and my hair. I’m starting to develop tendonitis in my right wrist. The kitchen looks like a flour-dusted battlefield.
1:30 am: The 100th Crêpe (Halfway there!). This is the pivotal moment. I can no longer feel my arm. My T-shirt is decorated with polka dots of batter. I realize I could have fed an entire regiment.
2:00 am: The 150th Crêpe. I am absolutely elated. The crêpe pan is my friend. I flip, I leap, I lift off. I’ve stopped counting. I have become a cooking machine. If you were to prick me, I’d bleed salted caramel.
3:30 am: The 200th Crêpe!! Victory!! 🤩🥳 The stack is dizzying, menacing, magnificent. It leans precariously to the left. I am exhausted, covered in flour, but I have fulfilled my destiny.
This afternoon, my client is coming to pick up her four boxes of crêpes for graduation party. Mission accomplished.😎
