Today for lunch I filled the two leftover crepes with fresh blueberries and topped them with the last bit of whipped cream.
Martin and I went blueberry picking yesterday and have been stuffing our faces with blueberries ever since. He might like blueberries as much as i do. They were his first food and I consistently ate them when I was 6-16 weeks pregnant with him.
I suggest eating these plain, but you can also make crepes and stuff them with plain blueberries or a blueberry sauce or jam. Yum.
Swedish pancakes (crepes)
1 cup flour
1/2 cup sugar
3/4 tsp. salt
1 cup milk
Mix the dry ingredients together. Add the milk and egg. Whisk. I find the batter to be too thick and end up adding 1/4-1/2 cup water or milk to thin it out.
Heat a pan over med/high. Add butter. Swirl pan to coat the whole thing. Add 1/4-1/3 cup batter and swirl pan to evenly coat. Place back on stove. Cook 1-3 minutes on the first side. Flip (you might burn your thumbs doing this, but it is worth it). Cook about 30 seconds in the second side. You want it to have brown spots, but not too crispy or it won't roll.
Expect the first one to never turn out. You can eat the scraps. :) Also, expect a few others to stick and rip when you flip them. Eat them too (or feed them to your children).
Makes about ten. I often double or triple this recipe when serving more than Jared and me.
We even have a Swedish pancake flag in our house. Cindy made this for us for Christmas two years ago. It hangs in Martin's room.
Funny Swedish story: my mother-in-law was supposed to be named Wendy, but her Swedish grandfather couldn't pronounce it. So they named her Cindy, but he called her Tindy because he couldn't pronounce Cindy either. :)
I guess I can claim to love Ikea and Swedish things because my husband and children are part Swedish. Ha ha. Wouldn't it be funny if my German and Jared's Swedish genes got together and had a little blond-haired and blue-eyed child?
We find out the gender of baby Shelton today. I want both a girl and a boy. So I will sad and excited either way. I really want Martin to have a brother, but I want to have a girl so I can braid her hair and make her clothes. Three hours until we find out. God knows exactly what we need and I can trust Him. Isn't that great to know? What a comfort.