crepes!

One of my classmates held a crepe party tonight, and invited the class to join him and his family at his house in a suburb of Lyon. It was good to see half the class make the trip out to enjoy the crepes but certainly I (and I'm sure a few others) were happy to take up what was to be a very generous offer of crepes in the Brittany style.

A crepe, contrary to what the Sascha Baron Cohen (aka Borat) character says in Talladega nights, is nothing like a pancake. It is light, cooks quickly and you can combine it easily with both salty or sweet items. I arrived a little bit late but still managed to have three crepes, two of them flambee (made with cognac) and one with plain sugar and lemon juice (a nice touch, simple taste, not complicated).