Last night I dreamt of crepes. Now when I talk about crepes I don't mean these floppy, white things most people know. No, I mean the crisp, brown delicacies made by the street vendors of Paris.
I first encountered street crepes when I was in college in the Spring of 1999. I spent a semester in Paris, France, and there was a crepe vendor right down the street from where our classes were held. Almost every day I would order a Nutella and banana crepe, and he made sure to buy a banana specifically for me.
In my dream I was making the crepes myself. Somehow I had learned to master the round griddle and the art of flipping those paper thin rounds. I'm not even going to attempt it until I get myself the right equipment, but that doesn't mean I can't share my dream with you.
Anyone else a street crepe snob?