But, he said it! It came out of his mouth. Now, my "crepe experience" has revovled around a french kitchen. Keep it light. Sprinkle on vanilla sugar. If in the mood, lather on nutella. Yummy. As I was preparing mine, however, I was asked, "is that a crepe"? Or rather, "is that a french crepe?" "What do you mean?" I said. Apparently my husband can only remember "restaurant crepes"...."american restaurant crepes". Oh! I get it. Poor on the sweets...like a pancake! He said, "you know, powdered sugar, whip cream, berries..." So, I made a berry sauce and made fresh whip cream (yes, I even got out the confectioner's sugar). This, this made him smile. Now, don't get me wrong, perhaps some French put on the works, but I personally haven't wittnesed crepes being "dressed" to the extreme of american pancakes. But it did look amazing (if you had a sweet tooth and all). my husbands dessert...
my dessert...
After tasting both, I was happy with my choice. The sweet yet slightly tangy fresh raspberries added the perfect compliment to the sweet crepe. (And yes...I had to pull out the dishes dedicated to France (stamped with a fleur de lis)! The perfect backdrop to this delightful french creation.)
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