I love crêpes. My friend, Lex, and her family go to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware every summer for almost two weeks. I’ve gone with them during two different summers, and every day for breakfast we get crepes from this little french crêpe stand off one of the side streets called Café Papillon. They have sweet and savory crêpes, but we always ended up getting the same thing every morning: strawberries and chocolate for me and strawberries, bananas and chocolate for Lex. I tried to venture into the savory a few times, with their tomato and cheese, but I just couldn’t quite part with the strawberries. Whenever I make crêpes, I always think of those summer mornings..and I usually end up making one with strawberries and chocolate.
I learned how to make crêpes from one of my dearest friends, Maria, when I was visiting them in Seattle over the summer. They’re quite easy to make and so so delicious. You have to be rather patient, though, to be able to flip them nicely, but once you get the hang of it, it’s all about rhythm.