Persimmon Crepes

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I’m not a coffee snob by any sense of the imagination, but I can appreciate a good cup and the careful attention it took to brew. What I don’t appreciate is the attitude that now often comes served on the side with these new trendy caffeine purveyors, and really, the “craft” food scene, at large. I was in San Francisco two weeks ago with my Mom and dear friend Mari shopping for my wedding dress (found it) (love it) (!!!!) and stopped by a hip and hyped establishment in SoMa for the day’s fuel. At the counter we were greeted with the most appalling you-are-wasting-my-time looks from the baristas for even asking what the meth-lab looking glass beaker contraption was at our left, and what the “minimalist” breakfast menu really entailed (does the listing “egg” really mean just an egg on a plate, or does that come with toast?). I usually can tune out the I’m-hot-shit barista vibe at home in CO, but that morning I wanted to reach over and smack the beards off their sassy faces for acting like jerks to my gracious and legitimately curious Mom.

Frankly, I could care less about how cool or well-known a person, brand, or product is. Cool bores me. Cool tells me nothing about your heart. Cool tells me nothing about your brain. I’d rather sip lukewarm instant coffee in a dirty, poorly-lit diner outside Reno, Nevada every day of the year then have to stroke an inflated ego to get some pour-over in prime urban real estate. What happened to being friendly WHILE these folks do whatever sustainable, curated, artisan, handmade, small-batch, “authentic” thing they do? Hi there! I’m human, you’re human, isn’t it neat that we get to be humans together!? What happened to being and living those maxims for the sake of it, not because it’s en vogue and gives people/brands this elevated sense of social importance and license to be inconsiderate.

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On that note, Shaun and I have been on a crusade lately to eliminate the use of the word authentic in our daily dialogue.  I feel like we’re living in this supersaturated season where friends and colleagues can’t express themselves or be in relationship without tossing around the word to qualify to everything they care about: authentic storytelling, authentic branding, authentic relationships, authentic conversations, etc. It’s gotten so bad we have even joked about pitching a film to the Portlandia producers where a couple sits down at dinner and has to use the word authentic in every sentence they speak to the waiter, i.e. “is the tomato in this burger an authentic tomato?” It seems that in the process of trying to authenticate our lives, work, and experiences, we turn our social environments into the very antithesis of the word. By definition, authentic simply means to be genuine. Yet if we’re all trying SO hard to be genuine, is genuine even genuine anymore? It certainly doesn’t feel like it. When a friend emails, “I’m really looking forward to authentically relating with you” in regard to an impending meet-up, I scratch my head and think, oh wait, you mean, like JUST BEING ALIVE TOGETHER IN THE SAME ROOM AND LISTENING TO ONE ANOTHER? I realize that this is a terribly circular debate, one that I know seems to wrap around and over itself and runs into all sorts of dead-ends and fingers pointed right back at me at various times of my life. That said, I think it’s worth stepping stage-left and sorting through the mess of how this word “authentic” has made us more or less of the thing we want most — to be ourselves and feel “different,” to feel like we’re all not just cogs in the machine.

We have friends who make furniture from reclaimed wood in an old mechanics shop south of downtown Denver and furnish some of the “hottest” bars and restaurants of the city. On paper, they seem like poster children for a hipster, eco-chic, cool-kid (fill in the blank). What I love most about Rob and Ben  though, is how utterly unconcerned they are with “striving for authenticity” in their lives and craft. They just ARE authentic. Imagine that! They do what they love. They live what they love. They are the truest expression of authenticity I know because of how little attention they pay to accomplishing the definition, and how much attention they pay to being good humans and enjoying the time they get to live on earth and do the things that make them happy. I find that this I’m just doing my thing the way that works for me attitude is constantly in attempt to be emulated by the creative community but most of the time ends up feeling forced in a I’m trying way too hard to not care… but… really I care a lot about what you think of me and my authentic-ness, kind of way.

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And then I sit back and think… I’m probably just a grouch. What is authentic for me is different for someone else.  Maybe, as it has been suggested to me, some people just authentically are assholes. Maybe the trendy coffee experience is sincerely soul-affirming for some in a way I can’t possibly understand or appreciate. I happen to find conversations with the folks working in cafes with saggy green leather couches, gay-marriage posters, and drip coffee more affable than the former, but hey. At the end of the day, the pandemic use of the word authentic underscores how massively disconnected we are, as individuals, to what it means to be fully ourselves. Fully and/or comfortably. We have to talk about being authentic all the time to convince ourselves that we actually are. And where does that come from? Ultimately that’s what we’re left to assess. Why is everyone trying so hard? WE DON’T NEED TO TRY SO HARD! We just need to BE our own weird selves. That’s authentic. Be weirdly enthusiastic. Be weirdly honest. Stay weirdly interested in the things that make your heart sing. We are all unique little snowflakes. Except when we’re not unique little snowflakes. Let’s try owning that too. I actually really like that I’m not the only one who enjoys camping or has binged on episodes of Mad Men or wants to be Oprah Winfrey’s best friend or puts avocado on toast. Is being alike really so bad?

At the end of all this, I feel like I’ve made no progress in wrestling the issue. In fact I’ve hesitated even posting this diatribe after coming across a sticky note in my suitcase while packing for our trip that I quoted from a magazine: “gratitude alters your vibration, moving you from negative energy to positive – it’s the easiest, quickest, most powerful way to effect change in your own life and the world.” Gulp. In some weird way, sorting through and throwing out the bullshit in our lives is a way of expressing gratitude. What if we were all just too darn grateful to worry about what’s most cool or most authentic? We don’t get enough time in this life to navel-gaze on the these matters, and I’m stomping my feet and throwing my arms to just say so.

Be a nice human. Listen well. Be intentional. Speak your truth. Say thank you. Like what you like. Love what you love. Do what you do. That’s all I have left to say about that.

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Persimmon Crepes

  • 6 persimmons (any variety)
  • ¾ cup sugar
  • 2 cloves
  • 1 cinnamon stick
  • 1 lemon
  • 2 tbsp cornstarch


  • 2 large eggs
  • 3/4 cup milk
  • 1/2 cup water
  • 3 tsp honey
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1 cup flour
  • 3 tablespoons melted butter
  • Butter, for coating the pan
  • mascarpone


In a mixing bowl, combine milk, water, butter, honey, and eggs. Add flour and stir together vigorously. Place batter in the fridge for 1-2 hours so bubbles rise and diminish.

Cut persimmons into wedges, peeling off the skins as you work. Place in a heavy bottomed pot or pan. Set over medium heat and saute persimmons with sugar, cloves, cinnamon, and lemon for 20 minutes until softened. Add cornstarch and simmer for another 5-1- minutes. Remove from heat.

Heat a small, non-stick crepe pan. Scoop half cup of batter into the center of the pan and spread evenly. Cook for 30-ish seconds and flip, cooking for another 10 seconds before removing to a plate.

Fill corner of crepe with a dollop of mascarpone and persimmon compote. Fold crepe over itself until you have a triangular shape. Repeat. Cover desired serving with more persimmon compote.

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  1. dana

    GORGEOUS. Love these photos, as always. And I’d have never thought of putting persimmons in crepes. Genius!


  2. Janice

    I once saw “quail egg” on a menu. That too got me confused for exactly the same reasons. Do you mean just a quail egg? Or will I get a piece of toast with that? And yeah, very few who label themselves as authentic actually are… sigh.
    I just discovered persimmons this year and I am full on addicted. I think stuffing them into crêpes is a great idea! Thanks for sharing!


  3. Sarah

    I think you hit on it when you said “comfortably”. All this talk about authenticity, and all the posturing and power-play that comes with it – how can anyone be comfortable when they’re forcing themselves through that? It seems like just another form of bullying – putting other people down as ‘less authentic’ so that we can enjoy our own authentic authenticity even more. How sad and boring. I say chillax everyone. Like you said we’re all just humans, let’s be humans together – no stress, no pressure.

    In other words, everybody be cool.


  4. Sarah

    I think you hit on it when you said “comfortably”. All this talk about authenticity, and all the posturing and power-play that comes with it – how can anyone be comfortable when they’re forcing themselves through that? It seems like just another form of bullying – putting other people down as ‘less authentic’ so that we can enjoy our own authentic authenticity even more. How sad and boring. I say chillax everyone. Like you said we’re all just humans, let’s be humans together – no stress, no pressure.

    In other words, everybody be cool. Especially to our moms.


  5. Christine

    You have no idea how much I enjoyed reading this, Kelsey!! THANK YOU! I sat up straighter and straighter in my chair, nodding yes, yes, and YES, and I nearly fist pumped at the end there – “be a nice human”.

    Everything from wanting to smack to the cool bearded barista to the whole “being authentic” (just BE for godssake, that’s all the authentic we need) is music to my ears, and just what I needed right about now. You surprised me too, to be honest, because I think I’ve probably been reading your blog and following both you guys on Instagram thinking, ‘wow, they seem like these really cool and authentic folks’ and then you blindside me with this realisation: she’s just like me… :)

    I love how relatable your writing is. Thank you for brightening my day!


  6. Danielle

    Oh, if only we could all be nicer humans! For our own sake and for those of others. I’m afraid we’re too often affected by the way we believe others perceive us that we lose sight of what we really like, love, and enjoy. It’s what keeps us in a constant struggle with authenticity. We want it, yet it feels like it’s never to be found. Not that I’m not optimistic about the whole thing. Because I am. Somehow we need to figure out how to change for the better.

    And while I’m at it on my end, I might need more than one of these persimmon crepes. Please and thank you :)


  7. Jeanine

    ha, love this… love you, and I’m glad we can be humans together :)


  8. Emily

    Your musing on the “authentic” are interesting. I actually don’t seem to come across the word in popular lingo as much as you do, but I definitely come across this sentiment. I also have a different, though related relationship with the word, coming from the field of folklore. It has been a contested and sticky word in that realm too, but is used to understand or specify a tradition, to determine if an art form, whether new or old, is embedded and upheld by a traditional or creative community. It is also a way to call out appropriators and commodification of a tradition that might not be “genuine”, coming from those who don’t respect a tradition’s history or a community’s values. As you can probably tell, even from this brief definition, that’s a slippery slope as everyone has their own interpretation. But it has been strange to see what I thought was a valued term become a buzzword in marketing products. This from a foundational folklore text by Roger Abrahams:

    “This marketing has compromised the critical use of terms such as identity, heritage, culture, authenticity, and folklore. The result: an ironic interplay of meanings whenever these terms are cmployed, for now they always raise the specter of being bogus cultural interventions produced in the service of commerce. Yet in everyday vernacular usage, all of these terms continue to be highly valued…as they continue to embody the possible maintenance of a connection with the past and the promise of individual integrity. Nostalgia is at the center of such an enterprise, but that is not to undervalue the experience itself.”

    Anyway, that’s probably way more than you wanted to hear on academic authenticity, but I think the point is the same as yours (and yours is stated much more accessibly)– it’s about integrity and community and an honesty and a belief in what you’re doing and who cares about the rest?

    Thank you for these thoughts. It got me thinking.


  9. Katrina @ WVS

    So much goodness on one plate! I love how you stuffed the crepes – they truly look perfect!


  10. Aman

    holy shit girl, hallelujah!


  11. Pamela

    You tell ’em girl! I totally agree with your sentiments.


  12. Kelli

    Amen. Great post.


  13. Angy

    I shut and locked the front door
    No way in or out
    I turned and walked the hallway
    And pulled the curtains down
    I knelt and emptied the mouth of every club around
    But nothing’s sound, nothing’s sound

    I’d stay but my last cab left me
    Ignored all my rounds
    Soon I was seeing visions and cracks along the walls
    They were upside down

    I swallow my words to keep from lying
    I swallow my face just to keep from biting, I, I..
    I swallowed my breath and went deep, I was diving, diving
    I surfaced when all of my being was enlightened.

    I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding

    It’s been about three days now
    Since I’ve been aground
    No longer overwhelmed and it seems so simple now
    It’s funny when things change so much
    It’s all state of mind

    I swallowed my words to keep from lying
    I swallowed my face just to keep from biting, I, I
    I swallowed my breath and went deep, I was diving, I was diving
    I surfaced and all around my being was enlightened

    Now I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding
    Oh, I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding
    I’m in hiding

    Eddie Vedder


  14. sara forte

    brava. so much of your heart in this. beautiful post. you are one of a kind, kelsey. wish more people ‘got it’ as you do. also. congrats on the dress finding! such a huge thing off the list.
    Be a nice human. Listen well. Be intentional. Speak your truth. Say thank you. Like what you like. Love what you love. Do what you do. I LOVE THIS.


  15. Shanna Mallon

    This conversation depresses me a little, not because of the beautiful perspective you’re offering, but because of just how many, many humans don’t think of other people as also humans. Am I the only one who thinks this? Maybe it’s been a rough month and maybe I’ll feel differently tomorrow, but I watched this viral social media video today of an experiment about people falling asleep on strangers’ shoulders on the subway—Tons of people shirked them off; but then, surprisingly, tons let them leave their heads there. I sat there crying because I would have probably shirked the strangers off my shoulder. Every moment is an opportunity to help someone, the video ended by saying, and I have to admit that most moments I’m not thinking about that at all.


  16. Erin

    Can we please be friends?!


  17. Katie

    Hm, authenticity hasn’t popped up in my circles like that. I get the feeling that we’d just roll our eyes at that use of the notion. Even so, it would make a good Portlandia sketch. I can see it now.

    Those persimmons look like they make a lovely crepe filling. I finally got around to getting a crepe pan recently. It’s still pretty new-looking, not much of a patina. I should find some persimmons and fix that.


  18. sarah

    Hearts. I love this. I’ve been feeling so much of this lately.
    And, these photos are so.beautiful. I could look at them all evening. xo


  19. Prerna

    Oh my gosh, yes, YES! I must have a very similar past couple days and then I read your post and I’m like god, this is what I’ve been trying to say. Lets just be humans for god’s sakes.
    As usual gorgeous photos!


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  21. Kathryn

    I’m pretty sure that authentic is one of those things where if you actually have to say that you’re authentic, you’re probably not. As ever, love you honesty (and the gorgeous pictures in this post)


  22. Rachel

    These pictures are so pretty…my tummy is rumbling just looking at them!


  23. Jess

    Many people pretending to be someone, and act with the pretext for being authentic!
    But they are not aware, that they deceive themselves. For that, the most respectable for me is being the best version of yourself.
    Beautiful pictures, like always.
    Besos from Barcelona.


  24. dixya

    I wish everyone was nice, honest and do whatever makes them happy without hurting others. I enjoyed reading your this is an authentic crepes :)


  25. Jen

    Yes!! I am a yoga guide and the word “authentic” is vomited up so often in that biz that it’s become a like nails on a chalk board to me! If you have to proclaim to everyone how authentic you are, then you are missing the point. To be authentic is to just be. It’s that simple. To be authentic is to just be, without affectation, without fear of judgement – to listen to the beat of your own drum and to dance to it like no one is watching. There probably isn’t anyone watching anyway, because they are too wrapped up in their quest for the “most authentic” cup of coffee, or pair of yoga pants. If they are watching, they probably aren’t thinking “wow, that person is authentic”. They are wondering what you’re on and where can they get some?

    I’ve been wanting to try persimmons, I’ve been seeing them everywhere. Now I know what to do with them, thank you!


  26. Jacqui

    This is a lot of words. And I think I’ve thought just about every single one of them for awhile now. It’s unfortunately something I see lots of, being in the creative world, and I think the rapidness of the internet pronounces it these days. I’m generally optimistic though… plus I usually run my mouth and put those “I’m-hot-shit baristas” in their place ; ) xoxo friend. And congrats on finding your dress!


  27. Jenny

    Your sweet mom. There’s a little part of me that wishes you had actually reached over and smacked the barista. But maybe an assault charge wouldn’t be worth the storytelling opportunity.


  28. Ana

    Living in the hipster capital of the world (Portland), this really hit home for me. I know I’m not “supposed” to go to Starbucks, because it’s an “inauthentic” coffee experience, and is basically the McDonald’s of the coffee world, or whatever. But you know what? When I walk in the door, they notice I’m there, and they smile at me, they chat with me at the register, and they remember my drink even if I haven’t been in for several weeks. I have been ignored at the register of a hip coffee shop for about 10 minutes while the barista talked on her cell phone (I eventually left and went to Starbucks, where they smiled and remembered my drink). I guess I should stop apologizing for preferring that human experience over the promise of “better” coffee.


  29. kalamckala

    1) Sometimes the littlest of things are the best sorts of things to read about. I found myself reading on – a smile here, a chuckle there.
    2) I am quoting you, I am quoting almost this entire post. It is refreshing to know that someone else out there in the world sees us all as humans. Being who we truly are and staying strong and proud is genuine and beautiful.
    3) I wish I could rewind my breakfast, hijack these crêpes, and eat them!


  30. Carol

    You are SO right about the over use of that word ‘authentic’.


  31. Laura

    The “authentic” annoyance started for me when there was an article about its usage in the culinary realm in the first issue of Lucky Peach. It had nagged on me for so long and someone finally articulated it better than I ever could have. And now with the proliferation of Makers, Creators, Gatherers etc (totally with the capital M’s, C’s and G’s), the concern over authenticity, but simultaneous lack of authenticity is too much. Too everywhere. Anyone trying to prove that their life, career or choices are somehow more legit can just fuck off. Everyone is weird and wonderful and it’s enough.

    Hope you’re ready to partake in some authentic tomfoolery in a couple weeks though :)


  32. Hannah Nicole

    Good gravy, this is good stuff. The persimmon crepes look lovely. I’ve seen a plethora of persimmon recipes lately and sadly never tried a persimmon! I consider myself fairly well-educated in a variety of foods, from South Korean dishes to the round, rollicking meat and potatoes brand of Germans, to beets and jicama and kimchi and and deep-fried twinkies (just kidding about that last one) and everything in between. But I suppose persimmon hasn’t made the list…until now, that is! That being said, this entire post is brimming with truth! And not stuffy, in your face, but stripped to the basics. This has been rolling around in my head for awhile now but I wasn’t able to articulate what it was about it that rubbed me the wrong way. And I read this and BRAVO. Thank you for writing. You’re a pretty cool snowflake your self.

    ps. congratulations on your wedding dress!!!


  33. annie

    I love this post and those crepes look amazeballs


  34. Amanda

    This is why you are my favorite. It’s like you are reading my mind.Let’s hear it for the weirdos.


  35. Carla @ Gluten Free Recipe Box

    Out of all of the years that I have been cooking (started in 1980), I have never made anything with persimmons. I am so looking forward to making this recipe. You make everything look and sound amazing!


  36. Shari - Shari's Gluten Free

    This is must for a special brunch. Thank you! – love marscarpone!


  37. Coco in the Kitchen

    Oooh, my tummy is grrrrrrrumbling!


  38. Allie

    Why aren’t people kinder and more human? You nailed it as usua, but I’m disheartened somewhat by this. I’m so out of “the know”, I didn’t realize this is the word of the moment. It (authenticity) resonated deeply since recently reading Making Sense of Men, written in the 90s, where she emphasizes four major areas contributing to a more harmonious life. I think most people are out of touch with themselves. Most reflect back what the world is casting them. You only gain back yourself by quieting the noise…living from the inside out – not by Trying to be “authentic”.
    Authenticity to me: knowing yourself and having the courage to live it…organically (another overused word?).
    I’ll continue to use it and wait for the fad to pass, even though insecurity now stirs because of my recent post. :) Hopefully my words are read for what they are and don’t come across as desaturated and empty.


  39. Gintare

    I’m still trying to wrap my head around that you’ve got an email saying “authentically relate to you”..?! It’s just
    Reading your post (which I must say is so impeccably timely, and was a pleasure to read) reminded me C.S. Lewis quote on another much abused word, “originality”. He said, no one who actually bothers to be original will ever be, while if you simply tell the truth you’ll be original without even noticing it.
    For me that just sums it all up.


  40. Emily

    Your post was very timely, as always. I read this post and nodded my head through the entire thing. I live in Portland and what you encountered in SF occurs on too regular a basis here. I could just never put my finger on what is was. Thank you for providing a way to think about it! Pitch that episode to Portlandia, it is more true than you know. I learned this year what living life with gratitude meant, and that, beyond anything, has changed everything.


  41. Tessa

    love the diatribe!! as I read it, I couldn’t help smiling and saying “yes yes yes”!! soooo tired of everyone trying soooo hard to be intentional, AUTHENTIC, cool, real, blah blah blah …… bottom line: just love what you do and who you are (and all the folks that make your life worth living) and then get the fuck on with it! this is it! this is not a rehearsal – it’s your life; say “thanks” and get on with it!
    p.s. love the food as well!


  42. shellsten

    The part about the snowflakes. Loved it.
    I also admire the flow of constant inspiration and food for though that you provide.


  43. Kasey

    Ew. I’m sorry you had such a crappy experience! SF is definitely a snooty place when it comes to coffee and while we are probably legitimate coffee snobs (at least Matt is!) I sure hope we don’t carry that attitude! You’re always so keenly aware of your surroundings and I love your no-bullshit approach. Also, yay for finding your wedding dress! And beautiful persimmon crepes! Happy Thanksgiving, friend.


  44. Brian

    First, I have to say that these crepes are just stunning. Now, I’ve always told myself, “You know, it’d be fun to make crepes at home. I bet they’d taste great.” But when it comes down to it, the idea of actually doing it terrifies me. Seeing these, though, has inspired me. Really… I need them in my life.

    Now moving on… totally cracked up at your experience at the coffee shop. If one can call it that. I like the sound of meth lab, so we’ll just call it that. Absolutely ridiculous. Maybe you need to move to the northeast. No minimalist breakfast menu. I’d probably walk out if I saw that. Sheesh!


  45. Birgit

    I don’t know the main reason why I visit your blog so often: your recipes or your words. Every time I visit, I find myself re-reading older blogposts. As always, well & beautifully said!


  46. avan

    yes. oh my god, yes. i can’t agree with you more. weirdly, this is part of the reason i love denver so much more than austin. everyone in austin tries so hard to be so damn cool.


  47. Sini | my blue&white kitchen

    You go girl! This post gave me a true energy boost. (Oh and I really needed that as I woke up at 4.45 am this morning.)


  48. shelly

    I am so grateful to live in a city that is pretty well balanced between the artsy types and regular joes (Cleveland) so if i ever have a question about some crazy coffee contraption or what in the world is in this craft drink, it is usually answered graciously with minimal scorn.


  49. cassie

    I LOVE this post. It is exactly what I try and discuss with people all the time. Perfectly said :)


  50. andrea

    Some folks are, authentically, just assholes.

    We do get to choose who we give our energy to, thankfully. I don’t have the energy or time to devote to that kind of “ohmygodyouaresonotcoolifyouneedtoaskmethatquestion” attitude. Life’s way too freaking short.

    Those crepes look AMAZING. I make a mean crepe, but have never had persimmon….on my list now :)


  51. Amanda

    Yes! One hundred times, yes.


  52. genevieve

    Crepes aside, this was a wonderful post- more people should strive to remember what is deeply important to them. After a perhaps not so great weekend, this post was a great reminder to do just what you recommended: stay kind, do what I love, and things will work out. And I cannot wait to try the crepes :)


  53. Courtney

    “Be a nice human. Listen well. Be intentional. Speak your truth. Say thank you. Like what you like. Love what you love. Do what you do. That’s all I have left to say about that.”

    Best advice I’ve heard in ages. Thanks Kelsey!


  54. felicia | Dish by Dish

    Loved loved loved your rant – you’re right, the best, more honest and down-to-earth people don’t care about looking authentic, or sincere, because they just are, because it’s their way of life. and it’s true that in this modern world, where we constantly try to look for the authentic in life, we forget to be who are really are. Live an let live.

    btw, i’d love to just hang in a broken down diner and sip lukewarm, lousy coffee with you, listening to your stories!


  55. Adam

    Those crepes look delicious, I haven’t made crepes in such a long time. Might just have to change that now! Thanks for sharing!


  56. shelly

    i made my very first crepes with this recipe. for some reason, i had always imagined crepes as a really difficult level dish, but i ifound it refreshingly easy! although i thnk my persimmons were not quite ripe… the fruit gave me really bad dry mouth. Still tasty though! and i didnt have any marscapone so i made a sweetened goat cheese mousse with heavy whipping cream and sugar. thanks for the inspiration


  57. Janae

    I love and appreciate what you had to say. Not rambling at all! I’m right there with you! Very well said.


  58. Angela

    Great post as always! The problem with the snobby barristas, is that isn’t snobbish behavior everything they stand against? Hmmmm, I love what you have to say. Wise beyond your years!


  59. French Cooking for Dummies

    I haven’t had persimmon this year yet, definitely a great way to eat them very soon 😉


  60. Kitchenreviewer

    I love love love making crepes at home. I had my first one in Las Vegas last year and i became addicted. I bought a crepe specific pan with the wooden crepe tool. This pan is absolutely amazing and makes cooking crepes a breeze!


  61. Anoushka

    Wow…beautiful pictures, my mouth is watering! Love this. Thanks for sharing.


  62. Rebecca

    Once again you’ve charmed me with your wit. All of the above is fantastic. Yummm, Rebecca


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  64. What We’re Reading | nostrovia!

    […] What does “authentic” really mean, in food and in life? Kelsey of Happyolks concludes, “Be a nice human. Listen well. Be intentional. Speak your truth. Say thank you. Like what you like. Love what you love. Do what you do.” (She also makes persimmon crepes.) […]

  65. Sonya

    My eyes are dancing over your delicious food photography and crepes recipe! I can’t wait to try the recipe!


  66. What We’re Reading – Dec 15, 2013 | Chef Deborah Reid

    […] What does “authentic” really mean, in food and in life? Kelsey of Happyolks concludes, “Be a nice human. Listen well. Be intentional. Speak your truth. Say thank you. Like what you like. Love what you love. Do what you do.” (She also makes persimmon crepes.) […]

  67. Anabelle Harari

    This is the first time I’m on your site and so happy I found it! I quite liked your diatribe- it was authentic- just kidding 😉 I definitely try to not take myself too seriously, I love food and well crafted food in particular- but more importantly I love the community that comes with good food. Sharing something special with people you love. Sorry you had a terrible barista experience- totes been there before! Thank you for your words, they’re a beautiful reminder of whats real and true in life. xx,belle


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  69. Meagan

    RIGHT?! Where is the LOVE? Thanks for sharing your perspective and truth – always a good bit of inspiration.
    Looking forward to conjuring these delicious treats up. xx’s


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