The finals at Roland Garros, the French Open in Paris, are happening this weekend. Over the past two weeks I’ve flipped between coverage of the games on the red clay courts and the various pagantry of the Queen’s Jubilee fetes, desperately wishing I was there and not here (see my earlier post about France and you’ll understand).
Tennis is probably the one sport I am an avid fan of. As a child I played tennis at my grandparents’ country club in Decatur every morning – a quick lunch of grilled cheese and it was time to hit the pool. I even ventured to teach tennis at a summer camp in Vermont one summer, but as I’ve gotten older and lived in busy city centers, my own game has fallen off. I’ve never been one to get up early enough to nab the precious few free courts in the city. So instead I watch the drama on TV (and occasionally in person) – the grunts, the satisfying sound of the ball on strings, the outfits.
When I lived in San Francisco the finals of the men and women in Paris started at 6am local time. Undeterred, I had a game plan of my own. I prepared the crepe batter the night before and woke up early to prepare myself a French themed treat to watch the matches with. For me this means crepes with butter, sugar and lemon sprinkled with berries and a strong cup of cafe au lait to wash them down.
Garnish with whatever you’d like. Some inspiration from the Parisian crepe stands I stop at for a snack when I’m there include, nutella, chocolate sauce, peanut butter and banana, honey, strawberry jam – or go savory with egg and cheese with ham or some sliced pears, prosciutto and brie. Really, only your imagination limits you.
Fill with the topping of your choice and fold into a neat triangle. Bon appetite!