Lots of eggs equals many, many crepes

Well, we’re already overflowing with eggs.  Yesterday we got a full dozen.  Today we got another full dozen. This is on top of the three cartons already in the refrigerator.

So last night, out of necessity, we made crepes. Lots of light and fluffy, thin and stretchy crepes.

See the crepe cook in the pan.

Lots and lots of crepes. So many, in fact, that we quickly ran out of ideas for what to fill them with. Until we stumbled upon this:

Mr. Hershey bar, meet Mrs. Crepe.  Warning: Sensitive foodies may want to avert their gaze before taking a look at this next picture. It will disturb you to your core.

“Peter Pan on a crepe? Econo-size, no less. Take it away! It’s disgusting! I can’t look! The horror!”

Maybe I’ve spent too many years swimming in above-ground pools, but Hershey, Peter Pan and crepes make an elegant trio.

It was like eating a chocolate peanut butter cup wrapped in a cumulus cloud. It was good. Real good.

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