These are absolutely not the Elephant Ears I grew up with. The Elephant Ears I grew up with were giant platters of fried dough dredged liberally in cinnamon sugar and served terrifyingly hot out of a booth at the local fair. They were awesome but not the sort of thing one would attempt at home unless one had a very large quantity of oil in a very, very large pot.
Had a palmier this morning at the Victoria Falls Hotel up in Zimbabwe which included finely chopped or grated chocolate. Just saying...
There are some things that take a special touch and experience to master.