I return to my Christmas childhood with your delightful - and so evocative - story, Pia! My mother could've been related to your grandmother in how she poured, flipped and served our family's version of your family's crepe recipe. But...we called ours French crepes (synchronicity!) for the recipe my mother clipped from the 1950's Betty Crocker Cookbook (the red & white version). Ours had orange marmalade in the center and we only had them Christmas morning. And Mother never ate one, either. Wild!
I return to my Christmas childhood with your delightful - and so evocative - story, Pia! My mother could've been related to your grandmother in how she poured, flipped and served our family's version of your family's crepe recipe. But...we called ours French crepes (synchronicity!) for the recipe my mother clipped from the 1950's Betty Crocker Cookbook (the red & white version). Ours had orange marmalade in the center and we only had them Christmas morning. And Mother never ate one, either. Wild!
Thank you! Funny how food traditions stay with us.
Pia-I felt like I was in the kitchen eating a crepe and participating in the scramble for the next crepe-your 7 year old’s perspective is awesome!!
Awww, thanks. They were delicious.