My friend Liz just had her third girl, Ciel, who is four weeks old and gorgeous. I figured this was the perfect time to show up at her house for an Easter feast...because who doesn't want to cook a holiday meal for a bunch of guests on three hours of sleep while juggling an infant?
My loud, jellybean-hyped family literally descended on her kitchen and ate her out of house and home last Saturday. She made absolutely delicious crepes. I have never been excited by crepes because they conjure up images of giant bottles of Nutella or greasy ham and cheese blobs. But Liz whipped up some crepes from a Crepe Cookbook that I'm seriously considering buying despite only being recently converted. The Leek, Apple, Fennel Sausage and Goat Cheese crepes might be the best thing I have eaten all winter. And it's been a long freakin' winter!
I'm not sure I could make the crepes as pretty at Liz did. I think giving her most recent daughters French names has infused her with Parisian culinary powers. I guess I'll just have to invite myself over again. Memorial Day crepes here we come!
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