Crêpe

The Cézanne and Van Gogh class just ended, so I am now free until my two thirty (14:30 - gotta practice!) art session.


I'll be leaving in a few minutes to go to the daily Marché, to get some espresso, and to look for a dictionary, but now seemed a good time to make good on that promise about describing my crêpe experience.


It was zen-like, the way the vendor pushed the batter around the skillet. He used a thin wooden instrument that looked like a mix between a rake and a mallet. It seemed as if it were his own rock and sand garden, except that the product is physical and is sold.


I decided to try Nutella on mine, even though I've never liked it. This risk paid off - it was parfait. The heat made it into an extraordinary synthesis of creamy chocolate and hazelnut. Put this over an eggy, thin pancake, then fold it in half, in half, and in half again until you're left with a form that's between that of a burrito and a piece of pie. It was filling, messy, aromatic, and delicious. Definitely going to try it again another time.


Well, off to market! Yesterday I bought L'huile d'Olive, la miel, et les Herbes de Provence. Of course, I intend to share when I get home. 


I have a funny story about dates (the fruit) to tell you all  later. Tchao!


Last note: still no boots. I walked somewhere between eight and ten miles yesterday. This is getting painful.