Sometimes, life just hands you a plate of crepes!

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I’m taking my post-luncheon peramble to the Fulton Street Farmers Market Wednesday when I stumble on a gloriously sweet find. The Crepes By the Lakes mini kitchen was hopping with customers despite the small crowds.

I had already had my lunch for the day, so it was a total indulgence to get in line for a warm, made-to-order crepe. There was so many choices, despite the petite dimensions of the mobile kitchen.

Owners and entrepreneurs, Stephanie Lenhart and Courtney Verhage, were dicing tomatoes and spinning crepes while chatting with customers. It was a busy scene, but they willingly stopped for a photo when the powdered sugar dust settled.

Because of customers, there was only time for a few quick questions–besides the one the cook shot me: “Would you like strawberries with that?”*

The dynamic duo were somewhat challenged by windy attempts to blow their sign off the cart and plates and napkins flapping like signal flags at the start of a race. But they had happy smiles as they described their products.

Courtney pointed to the Cubano–the first item on the menu–letting me know that this would be their entry in the annual Grand Rapids “Grandwich” competition. Voting begins July 5th and you just have to check the Crepes by the Lakes Facebook page to find a location where you can hunt down this origami-folded entrant:

Sadly, I did not get a picture of a cubano, however, there is video available on the Facebook page that’s downright sizzling:

Cubano-Food Porn

My personal choice looks pretty sedate by comparison, but don’t let looks fool you!

After a healthy toss of powdered sugar**, I ducked into a nearby farmers market stall to taste test my prize. The warm, buttery slip had been folded into a fan shape. You couldn’t see the precious berries until you sank your teeth into a crispy edge and they popped up with an ooze of butter and cinnamon/sugar liquid.*** It was sweet and yet savory. Each mouthful served up a rich texture of the best a thin pancake can offer, down to the very last, sinful mouthful.

If you go…make sure you are willing to leave, fingers dripping in butter, with a guilty trace of indulgence on your lips.

Asterisk Bedazzled Footnote:

*Strawberry-Bedecked Answer: Yes. Yes I would.

**Warning, powdered sugar will blow up in your face if you let it. It’s the sugary shrapnel of pastry-artillery fire.

***Author stops typing momentarily…*Drool*…to wipe keyboard.