Beavis in my Crepe


This morning I cooked my usual Saturday morning crepes, and the remainder of the batter was poured out to make a small crepe for my daughter. When it was finished cooking . . . and i am not lying . . . behold! there was the face of Beavis from the infamous Beavis and Butthead. I am not making this up. What does it mean?


Andrew Jones has been blogging since 1997. He is based in San Francisco with his two daughters but also travels the globe to find compelling stories of early stage entrepreneurs changing their world. Sometimes he talks in the third person. Sometimes he even talks to himself and has been heard uttering the name "Precious" :-)


  • i already knew i was a butthead – no miraculous revelation there.
    and there is always time, roger, for making crepes on saturday morning . . . with free range eggs, full cream milk, creamy yellow butter and an honest white flour. Nothing like it!

  • Does this mean long lines of pilgrims waiting outside your door, eager for a glimpse of the miraculous image? You could sell bits of batter from the original batch as holy relics and anoint the sick with syrup (pure maple of course; nothing less will do). We’ll start raising funds right away for the shrine to be built over the site of your kitchen.

  • If you turn it just right, and then look at the darker section just right you can almost make out the face of St. Augustine, or maybe it’s Brian McLaren…

  • Was this on an electric stove or did you use fire, fire, fire,…. hehehehe. yeah, fire!
    Breakin’ the law!
    Really it is like one of those ink tests… I see a pig. I see a puppy, I see a fluffy ball of fire…
    Todd’s cool…

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