Sometimes as Lewis or I make breakfast on the weekends one of the boys will come in like the small tornadoes they are and upon seeing what we are doing run out to share the good news with the other tornado.
Crepes always elicit the excited running to share their good fortune. I love standing in the kitchen with the
French recipe, that even my weak language skills can translate, and hearing their excitement. “Julian, Julian, we’re having
crepes!” Part of my love for this ri (...)
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Tags: Crepes, French
