Last night I snacked on the crepes Sandra made for breakfast.
They were simple things, a little fatter than a true crepe, but thinner than a pancake. I filled one with the requisite strawberries and whipped cream, and bit into it.
Suddenly I was back in South Africa, on my way to the Kruger park, with Sandra and the rest of our group. We were eating at Harrie’s Pancakes somewhere in the middle of the Transvaal. It was 1999.
Anyway, that first crepe I had was pretty good.
I had the other four because I wanted to see the monkeys.