Crepes

The Composer is not a man who spends a lot of time cooking, but once in a blue moon he makes crepes for us. That's such a man thing to me--seldom cook, but when you do, make sure it's something memorable! His German mother used to make these for him, and they are such a treat. Sometimes we have them like Grandma Helga made them, filled with jam and sprinkled with sugar. Other times we cook a thick blackberry or blueberry filling (easy--frozen fruit, a little sugar, and thickened with cornstarch), and top them with whipped cream.

Last night only the girls were home with us, and he got busy in the kitchen. Clara ate five, Bella ate five, and that left two for him and none for me. I hope he makes them again soon.