¡Ha llegado la Bombona! Crêpe making lessons

Maybe not as exciting as the arrival of my travelling backpack, but I decided the arrival of Bombona ( the gas cylinder for the stove) was a reason to celebrate or at least use up the rest of my crêpe batter. I was told yesterday I am the ´alegria de la casa´, which I think is a nice compliment. Funnily enough at the same time the expression was used to tell me that evening that there wasn´t enough salt in my cooking, that it was missing some happiness. I think my crêpes were apreciated though. I was quite entertained by the fact that I was told crêpes are in fact Galician not French. In Galicia they are called Filloas and are not usually eaten with any filling. I was told that some recipes include adding a glass of pig´s blood to the batter which I personally find more revolting than the thought of adding nutella or whipped cream inside. To each his own.

The gas for the stove ran out on the weekend when I had some friends over for crêpes. My Saturday night cooking went alright, but I noticed the flames around the burner getting a little small. Then on Sunday when I had my Portuguese friends over for a meal it did not go very well. Had I known that my friend´s husband had been in a crêpe making contest I would have never suggested the idea to them. The batter I made had a few lumps because I don´t have a mixer and my cooking technique is not perfect, but I think it was when the gas ran out that iced the cake. Added to all of this the chair he sat on at the table has a piece that is a little loose and it fell off when he sat down. I am not sure if they´ll come back for another invitation, but they can´t say the meal wasn´t entertaining.

This is not my first crêpe making mishap I think the first time I tried to make them in Valenciennes was possibly a little crazier. I invited all of the English language assistants over one night for supper and bought all of the ingredients. The fact that I had never made crêpes before never phased me because I am quite an experienced pancake maker. In any case it was good thing a few people who came knew the technique. The fun part of the evening was when the landlord arrived with a repairman to fix the stove. In the apartment we only had one common room which was the kitchen so it got a little crowded. In the end everyone was eating crêpes and all´s well that ends well. Maybe I should learn some lessons from these experiences. Crêpes anyone ?