While in France, Monsieur P and I took off to Brittany for a few days. We stayed in the family’s Carnac beach house and rolled crepes for breakfast. “This is how you do it,” he helpfully instructed. Apparently I didn’t know how to correctly apply salted butter to the crepes. “Little even dabs,” Monsieur P noted as he looked over and frowned at my method of eagerly slicing hefty butter chunks onto the crepe, heheh.
It was also important to fold the crepe correctly. It’s first folded into quarters (a very large crepe to begin with!) and then butter is applied straight down the middle. Next you fold the right side to the middle, and do the same with the left. Once you have a thin, long triangle, you roll it all the way lengthwise from the right side to make what’s essentially a crepe-stick. Monsieur P preferred his with butter alone while I was most happy with an even combination of butter and salted caramel. He made the espresso and I poured the orange juice.
Afternoon walks on the beach? Check! A visit to the Carnac Stones? Check! And then ice cream too! That’s Mint Chocolate Chip on top, but the focus here is Salted Carmel, which as you may expect, was insanely wicked and borderline too salty. But it hovered on the side of just right, with the full-bodied, smokey, slow dripping salted caramel oozing over the top. Look how it shines. Seriously!
Monsieur P had fond memories Chez Marie, the oldest creperie in town and one his family frequented during the summer when he was a child. “We must go!” he declared. Three hours later, we drove out to Chez Marie and indulged in no less than two crepes a person. We learned that management changed since Monsieur P’s last visit over a decade ago. And post-dinner the two brothers concluded that the food simply wasn’t as good as they recalled. Or perhaps what’s stored in childhood memory will always be more delicious than reality? Who knows. It was still good enough for us to have a wonderful night.
This was my favourite combination from dinner – eggs, ham, cheese, and anchovies! I noticed that many of the other tables had this same combination but with mushrooms in place of anchovies.
Today, it’s a windy 35F in Manhattan, a Sunday afternoon, and there’s not one decent creperie to be found! France literally feels like another world away. Alas, I’ll make do with a latte and croissant from Ceci-Cela. In two weeks I’ll be in warm Hawai’i to visit home and family, and then back again in Manhattan for Christmas and New Years. Am looking forward to trying all the new Honolulu restaurants that have cropped up since my last visit!