All set to make crepes, MADE crepes, only to discover the pans provided by the householders have little air holes in them which make them come out like, as Debbie
put it so well, the souls of shoes with cow shit on them. They are now conferring downstairs as to whether we go out to restaurant or bring in some pizzas. But we had pizza last night but we're going out tomorrow because it's my birthday. Ah. Never been away before on my birthday like this, am used to VERY quiet intimate celebrates. But tomorrow we're going to Cassis for the day. Beaches, lagoons and boats, just hope the weather holds.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.
Post crepe PS D achieved the unachievable with the frying pan. Stuffed with cheese and ham and baked back to warmth in the oven, yummmm.