
My love for crepes began in Paris, when I was there on vacation in 2008. We were lucky enough to be staying just two blocks from the Eiffel Tower, where I sat for each of the three nights we had in Paris waiting for the lights to turn on, and ate my crepes. I ate them in cafes, from crepe-wagons, and anywhere else I could get my hands on them. I liked the chocolate ones, but to be honest, the plain sugar ones were my favourite. My aunt has a crepe maker, a small paddle like pan that you plug in; when it’s hot, you dip it in the batter and magically your crepe is made. I’ve looked them up online, but...