“Mother fuc#&ing, piece of sh#&!” My husband peeked his head into the kitchen. “I thought hockey wasn't on today?” he said. “It's not,” I replied. “Then why are you swearing like a drunken sailor?” “Because, I hate these crepes!” “Are they hurting you?” “No, but I might soon be hurting them.” And with that he wisely left, knowing it was best just to leave me and the evil crepes alone to ourselves to battle it out. And though the crepes won many a battle, they did not win the war, so in the end I was victorious...sort of. I'm not sure it is victory that when you are done you have a chewy round-ish shit brown disc. But that is what I got. That is what several of the Daring Bakers got(not to worry we have already sent our refund letter to Martha...I check the mailbox everyday). My taste testers didn't even want to finish theirs after the first bite. Most of them just licked out the … [Read more...]