don't you say it, Ricky Bobby!

Ever since we saw "Talladega Nights," the line "I love crepes" has become a bit of a running joke between Kev and I. Last week, he told me that he never has eaten crepes, so I made them last night.

I have an electric crepe maker. Yup, one of those things you get as a wedding present, and can't quite figure out where it came from to bring it back, so you keep it. Over the years, I'm glad that I did, because it's fun to use. It looks something like this one, but with a cord in the handle. It's basically an 10-inch round heating element that's coated with a frying-pan surface. It's got an 8" or so handle. The idea is that you make up the batter and pour it into a pan that came with the crepe-maker. When the thing heats up, you dip it in the pan, a thin layer of batter sticks, cooks, and you have a crepe. Repeat that for as many crepes you need.

To fill them, I grilled two chicken breasts, then sliced them up. I made a filling of onions, garlic, olive oil, and green onions, thickened with flour, then thinned out with chicken stock, white wine, and heavy cream. I put some of the chicken in a crepe, then some of the filling, then rolled them up and baked them for about 15 minutes in a 350F oven. Once the crepes were made, I thinned the filling out a bit more with white wine to make a sauce to cover them.

Kev didn't like the idea of the olives, so I filled his crepes with chicken and bbq sauce. :-)