Showing posts with label nutella. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nutella. Show all posts

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Crepes, please!



Why haven't I made these sooner? SO EASY!

I was inspired by Alex's apparent ease with this recipe, and the 3 euro crepe pan that I impulse bought a month ago. Knowing my own extreme lack of willpower, I needed a reason greater than just Erik and I to whip up a batch of these delicious, fantastic, super yummy snacks, otherwise, I probably wouldn't have any trouble polishing off all of them. And lucky for us, Alison arrives tomorrow morning, and I thought they would be a nice treat when we get back from the airport. So whip them up I did, tonight after our dinner of take-out sushi. The non-stick pan actually worked better without extra butter in the bottom, and the trick was to pour off the excess batter and cook them until the edges pull away from the sides of the pan (I was a bit impatient with the first couple, and they are all ragged). And of course, our filling of choice was Nutella, and I thought I share a couple of pictures to show the progress we're making on our 1.5 kg bottle of the stuff. Not too shabby for two people!

Saturday, December 09, 2006

A New Challenge


I think we can do it! A whole 1500 grams of goodness!


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And on an unrelated note, here is the bounty that we brought home from the wine show we attended a couple of weeks ago. We've polished off two of the bottles so far, and I'd post the names, but we stupidly recycled the bottles. Too bad, because they were delicious. Unfortunately, none of them are available at stores in Paris :(


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An on another unrelated note, Erik has been losing some weight around his midsection. He thought it would be funny to show everyone how he has managed to lose this weight. Well, that and a steady diet of bread and cheese, among other things. I'm only kind of kidding.

(plus, if you look carefully, you can kind of see the amazing watercolour that my mom did of the Time Machine, propped up against our tv.)