I love how certain foods can transport you to a different time and place. Gelato will always take me back to our
, the same way that plantains remind me of warm afternoons in
. People always talk about crepes that way - the memory of finding a small café on a cobbled side street in Paris by following the scent in the air. I've never been, so in the meantime, I've fashioned my own interpretation with
at home. You don't need any fancy equipment or even a ton of time (our filling came straight from a jar), which was a welcomed surprise. I'm sure they're a far cry from the ones you find in France, but until I get to experience the real thing, these will have to do.