Crepe Love
If you asked me to describe Paris in one word, I would answer without a split second’s hesitation, “Lemon.” And then you would back away slowly with that, Please don’t hurt me, crazy person look on your face, and I would have to chase after you to try to explain, and it would just get plain awkward. So don’t ask. But … Paris really does taste like lemon.
Perhaps that’s because every time I’ve been there, I’ve had a lemon crepe. Every. Time. So now, the word “Paris” conjures up the taste of lemon for me, and the taste of lemon conjures up the Eiffel Tower, because that’s where I had my last lemon crepe. Which is why, at the end of this post, I will simply have to share a quick video I shot of the Eiffel Tower at night.
Would you like to associate lemon with Paris? Try these crepes while watching Les Misérables, The Pink Panther, French Kiss, The Three Musketeers, Sabrina, An American Werewolf in Paris, From Paris with Love, Ratatouille, The Hunchback of Notre Dame or The Phantom of the Opera (best musical ever) AND wearing a beanie. With an attitude.
It helps to have a crepe pan that you brought home in your suitcase between your favorite brown sweater and the pair of pants you thought you’d wear but didn’t, but if you can’t do that, just make these in a pan that is crepe-make-able. Which is any pan big enough and able to release your crepe when you’re ready to flip.
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For raspberry filling, just cook 2-3 cups fresh or frozen raspberries with a little sugar (to taste) and a TBSP or so of lemon juice until the berries are broken down and the juices have reduced down.
