To me my favourite plates of food are the ones that bring the most nostalgia. All the memories I hold closest to me are ones made over food, so, as the foodie that I am every meal I make reminds me of a story. Sometimes sad, though mostly heart-warming; Crepes certainly bring back all sorts of memories from my childhood. Making these Spelt Crepes the first thing that ignited the memory was the smell, the smell I would jump out of bed for as a child. I’d run downstairs and see my brother Tom sitting at the kitchen table while my mum flipped pancakes and reached into the larder for the lemon and sugar. My sister would be somewhere near, but not quite as eager as the two of us. Tom who would have been waiting for these crepes far longer would know he’d be up for the first one, but as the sassy little sister I’ve always been I would make a ruckus to make sure it was mine. Once we all had the pancakes on our plates my mission was to win the crown for eating the most. I’d practically inhale them (mindful eating at it’s finest). I can remember the taste so well, creamy, soft, light crepes oozing with the classic sweet and citrus taste. I overuse the word ‘creamy’ but it’s one that for me describes so perfectly the comforting feeling eating these crepes gave.

Making these spelt crepes gives me a flash of all those memories, and is the reason I love them today. For a food isn’t simply wonderful for the taste but the memory that comes with every bite.