I had been rather small-minded about crepes growing up, as I held onto the notion that they were simply vehicles for Nutella. That’s the only way I consumed them in Italy. In fact, those childhood Nutella crepes were only marginally better than eating Nutella out of the jar because it was definitely more crepe on Nutella than Nutella on crepe. When served folded into a messy triangle, you see thick layers of dark brown luscious Nutella with barely visible streaks of yellow crepes in between. Somehow though, psychologically it felt better than just directly eating Nutella on its own. Similarly, Italy also has Nutella gelato in the gelaterias, which, of the few times I’ve tried it, is most certainly just Nutella served at a colder temperature. And again, somehow more socially acceptable than just eating straight Nutella with a spoon which Italians would tut at.
I digress, back to the crepes. Fortunately, with age and more exposure to global foods, I learned that these little pancakes are hospitable to all kinds of fillings. Continue reading “Salmon Crepe Cake”