The first nite that the Hubs and I were in Paris last fall, we went to a tiny creperie and enjoyed traditional galettes with eggs and ham. Well let me tell you, if those buckwheat crepes were the ballet slippers of the crepe world, then I produced the winter boot.
Ok, maybe I was more upset about my Tommy and the Pats loss to Mr. Manning et al. And maybe because I didn’t cook them on the crepe pan that I thought I bought but now can’t find. Or maybe it’s because I used buttermilk in the recipe instead of whole milk. Whatever the reason, my buckwheat crepes ( or creeps if you type too fast) tasted great, but left a lot on the table in the beauty department!
You be the judge!