My daughters are my divine kinspiration for crepes. They battle the breakfast blahs and and customizable for even the pickiest pallet. Take the basics and morph it into whatever you like, however you feel and make that work with whatever ingredients you have on hand. Plus, what Cookin' Mama doesn't love the way the big brown eyes light up and heads start noddin' on a dreamy Sunday morning in response to, "how 'bout crepes?"
The Basic Bare Bones Crepe Recipe
** Make this in the blender!
1 1/2 cups of sifted flour (or not, the blender will take care of that)
1 tablespoon of sugar
1 teaspoon of salt
1 cup of milk
1/2 cup of cream (but I also make this with 1/2 cup of sour cream)
From the blender, pour a dollop of this thin mix into a non-stick skillet that has been sprayed with cooking spray or has a thin layer of butter (not margarine!). Warning: it will take one or two to season the pan & get the groove going. Don't panic.
Swirl the pan, off of the heat, to spread the batter into a super thin pancake that nearly covers the bottom of the pan. Put the pan back on the heat and let it cook. If they are thin enough & the batter is right, there's no need to flip it, so watch for the bubbles to pop, then gently sweep it out onto a plate. Enjoy right away!
Creative varieties & childhood memories . . .
Big & Middle both enjoy their fresh crepes with sliced strawberries and whipped cream. But really, any berry will do. They both like raspberries. Middle likes blackberries. In the absence of berries, a frozen concoction will do. Jam or jelly sometimes hits the mark. The big girls make a pile of toppings in the middle and draw the edges of the crepe up so it looks like a tiny purse. Mimi is a Nutella gal, so she likes a thin swoop of Nutella over her crepe. She folds it in half and eats it like a taco. Little loves a crepe or two, also. He likes cinnamon & sugar to be sprinkled INTO the crepe while cooking. Then, he eats that plain. We've always wanted to try a small stack, but crepes disappear the minute they are out of the pan in our house, so we've never had the opportunity . . . .