Cat Wearing A Crêpe

When Snowball paid the price
​for my crêpe flipping experiment

​When I was a kid, my mother often made crêpes (palacsinta in Hungarian) for dessert because it’s easy to make and she could use any filling to make it a little different every time. Sometimes she filled the crêpes with cream cheese mixed with sugar and raisins, other times with chopped fruit, apricot or strawberry preserves, leftover pudding, or simply sprinkled them with cinnamon or cocoa powder and sugar. I’ve tried it with Nutella too; it’s delish!
When I’m not in the mood for sweets, I leave the sugar and vanilla out of the batter and fill the crêpes with sauteed vegetables and meat, fish, or cheese.

When I was a young teenager, I decided to make crepes when my parents weren’t home. I’d seen my mom make crêpes hundreds of times, so I was sure I could cook them too. Everything went well. I mixed the batter, and the first few crêpes turned out beautifully cooked until...

I got a little over-confident and instead of turning the crêpes with the spatula, I decided to flip to turn them like my brother did. That didn’t work so well. The first crêpe I tried to flip landed on Snowball’s back like a blanket.
The cat got spooked and ran out of the kitchen to the backyard, trying to shake off the clinging pastry. She couldn’t, because one side was still sticky, so she ran, and I ran after her.

The trouble started when the neighbors’ cats got a whiff and started chasing Snowball through the garden and tearing bits of crêpe off her back. Snowball had enough of running; she turned, and a fierce fight broke out with lots of posturing, hissing, and clawing.

Luckily, the fight ended quickly as soon as the crêpe was gone. Snowball tried to save some dignity and chased after the cats. She was exhausted by the time she chased the neighbors’ cats home and went inside to eat her well-deserved crêpe filled with meat.