My very first blog

I had a really good time tonight making crepes with the left over Turkey. I realized I hadn't made crepes in ages. I used to make them for John and me when we were first married. My dear friend, Julia (or my sister Pam) gave me this cute little cook book. One of those double cookbooks that you flipped over for a whole different set of recipes. You know, on one cover it said "Omelets and Crepes", flip it over and the other cover says "Crepes and Omelets." I really took to the crepe side of that cookbook. The spine split in half, in fact, and I now really do have two cookbooks.

Back in the day I used up leftover turkey by mixing it up with some cream sauce (or cream of mushroom soup if I was lazy) and cheese, then put in a broccoli or two, and wrap up the whole thing in a crepe. Slosh some more sauce over the top, and throw it in the oven. Delish! Kind of comfort-food like.

One year, for Valentine's I made a chocolate crepe with hazelnut filling for dessert. I stumble upon Nutella. Oh. My. God. What a discovery. When we went to Italy last year, I saw jars of Nutella as big as your torso in a store window! But I digress.

I made the crepe batter in a blender...prepared the pan, and poured the batter in the pan. Not bad. But when I went to turn it...I had to use a spatula! You have to understand, that this is significant, because in the salad days of crepe-making, I would always use my fingers to flip the crepe, but alas...my fingers had lost their touch. Or their heat resistant calluses, apparently.

Nonetheless, the crepes turned out great. Delish! Even Mick liked them. Peas, though. No broccoli.