Crêpes with Homemade Nutella & Berries

There are certain foods that hold entire chapters of our lives inside them. For me, crepes are one of those foods.

Some of my earliest memories are from living in Paris as a toddler with my parents. While my dad was at work, my mom and I would spend long, unhurried days together wandering Parisian parks and tucking ourselves into small neighborhood cafes. We would sit on green metal chairs beneath chestnut trees, the city humming softly around us, and eat buttery croissants in the park. I loved tearing off small pieces and tossing them to the ducks, watching them paddle over eagerly, crumbs floating on the water’s surface.

My mom would tell me stories about our days. About the cafes we visited. About how my favorite food of all time was crepes filled with fresh berries. Thin, warm, and delicate, folded just enough to cradle something sweet. Even though I don’t remember every detail clearly, the feeling has stayed with me. A sense of ease. Of time stretching out. Of being together with nowhere else to be.

Years later, after reading Bringing Up Bébé, those memories came rushing back. The book, written by an American mother raising her children in France, put words to something I had felt but never fully articulated. One of my biggest takeaways was the French emphasis on slow living, especially when it comes to meals. Taking the time to cook. Sitting down together. Letting food be an experience rather than something rushed or eaten on the go.

Another concept that stayed with me was la pause. The idea of pausing before fixing, rescuing, or problem solving for your child. Slowing down enough to observe. Trusting that with your calm presence, your child might find their own solution. It’s not about doing nothing. It’s about doing less, intentionally.

Crepes have become a way I practice both of these lessons in my own home.

Almost every weekend, my kids and I make crepes from scratch. We pull out our crepe pan, whisk the batter slowly, and let the kitchen fill with that familiar, comforting smell. There is no rush. Sometimes the first crepe tears or comes out uneven, and that’s okay. We laugh. We keep going. We let the process unfold.

We top them with homemade Nutella and piles of fresh berries, just like my mom used to tell me. We sit together at the table, lingering longer than we need to. Conversations wander. Someone spills. Someone needs help folding their crepe just right. Instead of jumping in immediately, I try to remember la pause. To breathe. To be present. To let my kids try.

To breathe. To be present. Pause & Let my kids try…

In a small way, this weekend ritual feels like bringing Paris home. Not the city itself, but the rhythm of it. The slower pace. The understanding that food is about more than nourishment. It’s about connection, memory, and presence.

These crepes aren’t just my favorite breakfast. They are a bridge between generations. Between a toddler feeding ducks in a Parisian park and a parent standing in their own kitchen, watching their children grow. They remind me that sometimes the most meaningful traditions are the simplest ones. Made slowly. Shared together. And savored, one bite at a time.

Meal Prep Friendly so you can easily double or triple the amount in the recipe and batch make crêpes and store them flat on parchment paper and seal them in a large plastic bag. They can be stored in the refrigerator for several days or in the freezer for up to two months.

Homemade Nutella can be made with a variety of different nuts like walnuts or hazelnuts, check out our recipe for images and details on different variations.