7 years ago in my Brooklyn apartment, I found my French husband (then-boyfriend), rummaging through my kitchen for ingredients and cooking utensils."I have to make crêpes," he said."Well, we can just order," was the naïve, automatic response from this New Yorker.To which he said " Non mais chérie, c'est la Chandeleur! " "Chandel... Chandler Bing, what?!!" I replied.
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