Not too long ago I bought Trenton a crepe maker. We’d had a handful of awesome crepe experiences at various restaurants, and he was skeptical that such a delicacy could be made at home. Many years of French class had convinced me otherwise and so I special-ordered one from Bed, Bath, & Beyond (PS. what a stupid name for a store). It’s been sitting in its box for almost a month, but we finally had a chance to give it a whirl this weekend, after we moved into the new house.

I’m not going to lie, expectations were high. We had just turned on the hot water, cleaned up the fridge leak, and had stocked our fridge with almost nothing other than the necessary ingredients required for crepes. These fuckers better be amazing. We mixed a cup of flour with 2 eggs, milk, water, some salt, melted butter, and a dash of vanilla. The crepe maker came with a little dipping pan thing so you can submerge the griddle-tennis-racket thing evenly. And… it works! We made some bitchin’ crepes and they take about 45 seconds each to cook. We filled some of them with strawberries and others with a sauteed mixture of mushrooms, spinach, olive oil, and goat cheese.
Thankfully, this gadget is super easy to clean and doesn’t take up too much space. I can easily see the crepe maker becoming a weekend morning tradition.