Soft and silky Crepes filled with a sweet Honey Whipped Cream and accompanied by a warm Blueberry Sauce.
Every year, at this exact time, I start to freak out because Summer is closing its doors on us. I love the summertime… I sure am going to miss it. I’m going to miss eating blueberries every single day, salsas every other day, and grilling every weekend.
Which reminds me, and it’s totally random, but back in the day, like a few months after 9/11 happened, we were at O’Hare Airport and I said that phrase - this is da bomb! – referring to the train that took us from Terminal 1 to Terminal 5. Suddenly 50 soldiers/policemen/firemen surrounded us, and I was interrogated for about 3 hours. Things got worse when they saw that I wasn’t born in the States! AND! When they saw that my employer was Bengali! …aye aye aye… nightmare! At least they apologized, and the last 30 minutes we spent laughing and toasting.
What does this have to do with my Blueberry Sauce Crepes with Honey Whipped Cream? Absolutely nothing. Nada. Zero. Zip. You get the point. Just don’t say ‘da bomb’ when you’re at an airport.
Also, your last pint of blueberries should be made into a sauce and spread on top of these incredible crepes.
You know how most mornings are meant for quick things, like cereal?
Some mornings should totally be without cereal. Me thinks this weekend-morning-days should be welcomed with a few of these insaaaaaanely delicious crepes. The Honey Whipped Cream should sooooo make it to your mouth as soon as possible. I spooned half of it into the crepes and the other half …ummmm, I won’t tell.
…and I still I wonder why I have to lay down to zip up my jeans…
When making these particular crepes, could you please blast Bel Biv Devoe’s “Poison” in the background?! I so did that. You should, too, so to get the full effect.
It’s drivin’ me out of my miiiiiind!
That’s why it’s hard for me to find
Can’t get it out of my head!
Miss her, kiss her, love her
Wrong move you’re dead
That girl is POISOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON…