Holiday Preparations

On Saturday, Dr. B and I decided to head out, and do a little shopping in Montparnasse. I use this word very loosely--we weren't planning on spending the money we don't have, thanks to many things that are awaiting reimbursal right now (long story, won't bore you.) But, we were both feeling a bit down in the dumps due to the winter blahs, and needed a little outing full of holiday cheer, glitz, and paper snowflakes to cheer us. We headed to the heart of Montparnasse, keeping an eye out at eye level for the lost glove (unfortunately--it was long gone, so I am officially giving up on the quest for the glove. Thank you for your help, though!)

We headed first to Créa, an art and craft supply store, for various small, needed items. We were on our way back to the CC at Place du Montparnasse for a little window shopping when we spotted this, with a line stretching behind it. Since it was mid-afternoon, and we hadn't had lunch yet, we decided to see what all the fuss was about.

The gentleman inside was dressed for the cold, but was warmed by the steam rising from the hot, fresh crêpes as he ladled them out on his sizzling griddles. The first person in line had their nose just inches from the surface, and he carefully browned the delicate, thin pancake, spread it with their topping of choice, folded it, and allowed it to warm through while preparing the paper wrapping. These were not pre-made, re-warmed wraps--this guy was the real deal. Fresh, homemade crêpes, made to order, with your choice of sweet or savory fixings.

We queued up, and hungrily planned our feast. Dr. B went for the Super Complet (fromage, jambon, oeuf et champignon) while I went simply for the jambon et fromage. (Fromage: cheese, Jambon: ham, Oeuf: egg, Champignon: mushroom). He ladled out the batter, smoothed it in a swirl with a little wooden instrument, flipped the golden brown, paper thin crêpe, topped it with the toppings, and waited for the cheese to melt. He folded, flipped, wrapped, and handed us our delicate, crispy-tender delights.


Oh. Dear. My. Mmm...

Warm hands, full bellies.

A new Christmas memory.

(Too busy eating to take a picture of ours--we devoured them long before we thought to take the camera out.)