Or should they be called ‘Freedom Pancakes’?

Apparently February 2nd is Crepe Day in France for some reason or another that I am too lazy to go look up, so naturally I decided this meant we needed to have crepes for dinner.

Crepes are one of those things that are unnecessarily fiddly (okay, let’s face it, a *lot* of French baking is unnecessarily fiddly) because the batter is nothing more than regular pancake batter to which someone accidentally added too much liquid. All you really need to make them is a regular frying pan and a rubber spatula (pro tip: using a metal one is more likely to shred your crepe ASK ME HOW I KNOW) and of course a whole lot of patience because you have to have the lubrication and the heat *just so* on your pan or else they are a giant mess, often leading to swearing, and usually I have to discard the first three or four crepes I make until I work out all the magic settings.

Anyway. All this is to say for dinner we had Crepes with Smoked Salmon and Lemon Herb Sour Cream (helpful note – the recipe does not specify fresh or dried dill but TRUST ME they mean fresh because that is otherwise WAY TOO MUCH dill), followed by Crepes with Lemon Sauce (just google it, there’s a bazillion recipes out there), and the fact that our Meyer lemon tree is once again trying to take over the world in lemons had nothing whatsoever to do with the choice of recipes, no not at all.

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But enough about crepes! You’re here for the snowflakes (right? right? Just nod and smile), so here’s today’s.

Making a snowflake a day for Thingadailies.

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