L had a friend spend the night, and I have a sore throat, so I wanted to make something soft for breakfast. I didn't want to hassle with homemade pancakes. (no box mix for me, thankyouverymuch.) So I made omelette-things. I was going for crepes, but I don't really know what exactly a crepe is. I assumed it involved eggs, cream and sugar. So I beat 6 eggs, added some milk and some heavy cream, to thin it; then I added a little bit of sugar.
I poured some of the mix in the skillet, and discovered that it sticks more than I'd like. So I cooked that up and ate it, washed the skillet, and tried it again with after melting some butter in the skillet. That worked great. I poured a thin egg pancake, let it cook a bit, then sprinkled in some parsley. I folded it in thirds and flipped it over. It seemed something was missing, so I sprinkled some coarse grain sea salt on top. Yummy!
For the friend spending the night, I did the same thing, but added cheese (he likes cheese) and used fine grain sea salt instead of coarse. I put more cheese on top.
About this time, my son came into the kitchen, so I had him try it. He did not like it at all. He thought I had ruined decently edible eggs by adding that half teaspoon of sugar.
Well, nothing to be done about it now. So I used the egg mix to make 2 more flat omelettes with cheese and salt. I even added some pepper. I gave one to my hubby and one to the friend, which left two for me.
I bit into the first one and realised that I had not made crepes at all. I'd made quiche. Crustless quiche with no veggies or meat in it.
Now I like quiche, so I ate until I was full. But nobody else cared for it.