When we were little we used to go on holiday to the same place in Brittany, a picturesque, quiet coastal town. There wasn’t a lot to do there for children, but I always looked forward to the holidays because of the food. It was the first time I was exposed to French food, and it was a revelation.
The finished galette, unlike paler, softer crèpes, is dark gold, crisp and lacy
I was an adventurous eater, taking after my father. Anything he ordered, I would try. Even as a little girl, I remember a sense of pride in my fearless eating: huge pots of mussels, big shell-on prawns, strong cheeses – I was game for anything. But there was one exception.
Brittany has its own crèpe, the savoury galette, and I could not get on with it.