Every time I hear “Crepes Suzette” I think of the theme song to the Patty Duke Show.
I feel for you, girl. A hot dog makes me lose control, too.
So Crepes Suzette. What is there to say besides “yum?”
I had this as a breakfast/brunch. And yes, I do think that it is an acceptable breakfast food. It’s just a crepe. With booze. Lots and lots of delicious orange-tinted booze. And butter.
It qualifies as a breakfast food because French crepes are one of the international pancakes at the International House of Pancakes. Or at least it used to be. Looks like the only thing they have left from the original International menu is the Swedish Crepes. They totally abandoned the idea of “A Whole Wide World to Choose From…”
I don’t know what year this place mat/menu was printed. But this is what I’m gathering: Spaghetti = Italy. Fish & chips = England. Blintzes = NYC? Seriously, where do blintzes come from? Regardless, they no longer serve them. And that was one of the reasons to go to the International House of Pancakes! No more, blintzes, IHOP? You bitches.
And no, having quesadillas and Belgian waffles doesn’t make you “international.”
But anyhoo, let’s get to the actual crepes.
Look at that! Not only did the crepes flipped, when they did they were gorgeous!
So, then there is the dipping of the crepes into the butter:And the folding, and then the addition of flaming Grand Marnier:
Can you tell that it’s flaming? When the booze first went up, I screamed a little. I was afraid I was gonna take my eyebrows off.
#118 was really good. And not too sweet, which is good if it’s being served for breakfast.
So yes, crepe deliciousness! But something really special happened on this date.
This day will go down as the Day When Emily First Tried Scrapple.
I loved it. It can best be described as a delicious hybrid of fried mush (Whutup, Bob Evans!) and pork sausage. How did it take me so long to try it? I can’t believe that I never had it before! No, scratch that. I can believe it because I grew up on the other side of Pennsylvania. There was no scrapple.
As I’m writing this, I could really go for some right now. Totally. It had crispy brown edges and that mushy center. I guess the preparation was what one would do with SPAM. Hm. Maybe sometime soon I’ll give the SPAM and eggs a shot. You know scrapple must be good if it’s enough to make me consider going SPAM.
Actually, I’ve already reconsidered. No SPAM.