My husband gets these grandiose food plans, usually beginning with an episode of “Good Eats”, and usually ending with a kitchen mess of epic proportions. I have to give him this, though: his food escapades are generally quite tasty, even when he has to drag me kicking and screaming along for the ride.
Saturday, we were lounging about in all our weekend free-time glory, watching the “Crepe Expectations” (har) episode of “Good Eats”. Crepes! Tomorrow morning, we must make crepes! And so we did.
I’d never had crepes before, but I admit they are quite good. That last photo isn’t terribly appealing, maybe, but it tasted good! We also had coffee, liquor of the gods.
A bonus photo of my typical morning scowl. I am not a morning person. And I wanted to work in a school and wake up at 5:30 am why again? Hmm.
Nice sweatshirt! What a glamorous life I lead.