crepes and song
Apr. 20th, 2009 10:29 amThe rain falls down
The wind blows up
I've spent all the pennies
In my old tin cup.
I think that the next time I find myself at my parents' house I may steal back my copy of Father Fox's Pennyrhymes.
Acquired an electric crepe maker on Satyrday, and tested it out last night. It's a neat thing. Instead of pouring the batter into a skillet, you dip the crepe maker into the batter and lift it out and turn it over, and the batter adheres to the cooking surface. Makes for very thin crepes, which is all to the good. It speeds up the process a bit: mostly, there's no more wrangling with trying to get a crepe to come out of the skillet, just nudge at an edge until it falls off. Making crepes remains a lengthy process, though. At a minute a crepe there's just no way to speed things up. Short of getting a second crepe maker, I guess.
Fillings were traditional raspberry-and-whipped-cream, and apple-and-cheddar. Quite tasty all around. The pears didn't work out as well but then I'm not a fan of pears to start with.
Also acquired a Thea Gilmore CD with a bunch of covers. I submit that if you have not heard "Bad Moon Rising" sung as a lonesome dirge, you are Missing Out, in much the same way as you're missing out if you've not heard John Cale screaming his way through "Heartbreak Hotel," or Warren Zevon's "broken old drunk" rendition of "Back In the High Life Again." That the next track is a cover of the Ramones' "Don't Come Close" only adds to the surreal atmosphere.
The wind blows up
I've spent all the pennies
In my old tin cup.
I think that the next time I find myself at my parents' house I may steal back my copy of Father Fox's Pennyrhymes.
Acquired an electric crepe maker on Satyrday, and tested it out last night. It's a neat thing. Instead of pouring the batter into a skillet, you dip the crepe maker into the batter and lift it out and turn it over, and the batter adheres to the cooking surface. Makes for very thin crepes, which is all to the good. It speeds up the process a bit: mostly, there's no more wrangling with trying to get a crepe to come out of the skillet, just nudge at an edge until it falls off. Making crepes remains a lengthy process, though. At a minute a crepe there's just no way to speed things up. Short of getting a second crepe maker, I guess.
Fillings were traditional raspberry-and-whipped-cream, and apple-and-cheddar. Quite tasty all around. The pears didn't work out as well but then I'm not a fan of pears to start with.
Also acquired a Thea Gilmore CD with a bunch of covers. I submit that if you have not heard "Bad Moon Rising" sung as a lonesome dirge, you are Missing Out, in much the same way as you're missing out if you've not heard John Cale screaming his way through "Heartbreak Hotel," or Warren Zevon's "broken old drunk" rendition of "Back In the High Life Again." That the next track is a cover of the Ramones' "Don't Come Close" only adds to the surreal atmosphere.