Happy French… thingy… Day! Okay, here’s the thing. I’m not the most social of beings, and neither is DrBob, and we got together and had kids whose favorite thing to do is hang out in their room and be left alone, just like us. So even as a family with two parents who work at least partly at home, we don’t get a lot of together-time. And we mostly like it that way, although every once in awhile I read yet another study indicating that too little parental attention makes kids grow up to be the guy climbing the water tower, with the rifle. Not the future I want for my kids, so occasionally I try to create some family tradition that we can all have fun with, and hang it on a holiday so that we’ll remember to do it more than once in a lifetime.
So Laura! Invited us all to join her La Chandeleur tradition! And I was supposed to drag you all along too, but I forgot. Anyway, it looked like fun, so I said I’d do it, and I followed her recipe and today we made crêpes. We didn’t have a gold louis, but I did find a 10-franc coin which is utterly useless since France switched over to the Euro in 2002 along with all the reasonable Europeans (yes Britain, that is a dig at you – get in or get out, but get off the freakin’ fence), so we used that.
And I bought Belmandel, which is like Nutella but with almond instead of hazelnut. And there was jam and butter and maple syrup and semi-stewed apples with cinnamon, and bananas and sprinkly cinnamon-sugar and all that good stuff. The apples were the general favorite, with Belmandel-banana running a close second.
And here you can see our crêpes in progress, the only picture I managed to take because I didn’t want to get the camera all gucky, and I was kinda busy with a fairly messy process. You can see one small pan, so the kids could flip them, and one big pan to make the crêpes in the size my know-it-all husband insists they must be (“Excuse me? Who died and made you French?” sez me.) Aaaand there is the incriminating spatula. Yes, the flippage was a dismal failure and we had to resort to using tools, sad to say. But some of us did manage to hold the 10-franc coin while we hacked at a crêpe with a spatula.
And they tasted really good, even though they looked a bit pre-chewed, some of them. They weren’t pre-chewed, honest and for truly. Just… dropped. A couple times.
But they tasted good! That’s what matters, and that’s why we’ll use the recipe again and get in some good flipping-practice, and maybe buy a better pan, since those are just basic skillets, not real crêpe pans. And thank you Laura, because I would never have done it at all if you hadn’t suggested it, and a fair bit of fun was had by… most. You’ll have to excuse the Sniglet, there’s very little he will actually eat.
Maybe next year.
Song du jour of the day: Samedi et Vendredi, by Bette Midler. Because Vendredi was the actual day it was supposed to be done, but Samedi was when we were all home.