the story of the crepe.

It's quite the experience when you realize that what you thought you thoroughly enjoyed is, in fact, something you detest.

A strange experience indeed.

I enjoy most foods that involve

mustard,

mayonnaise,

lemons,

cheese,

goat cheese,

tangy things.

Thus, the reason why I have an inappropriate relationship with deviled eggs.

(Which, by the way, I just discovered the reason WHY they are called deviled eggs... those suckers are a moment on the lips but forever on the hips if you know what I mean.)

Anyway, when Kirk and I were in Vegas a while ago, we went to the Bellagio and had a feast of crepes.

I was starving and so very excited to eat my savory chicken, basil and provolone crepe.

Then, I took the first bite and fought back the urge to gag.

Eggy mess.

DIS-GUSTING.

I didn't know how much I do not enjoy eggs in a crepe manner.

I thought I liked eggs. In every way they could be prepared:

scrambled,

deviled,

hard-boiled,

salad,

benedict.

But alas, only when eggs are boiled and served with mayo do I fully enjoy the flavor they bring to my pallet. And the reason being that they incorporate some sort of mayonnaise-y goodness. Did you know mayo contains a lemony flavor? Reason number 2 why mayo rocks my socks.