I’m a bit of a pyromaniac, if you haven’t figured that out already. When I found out that today is Crepes Suzette Day… well I guess you can imagine.
Now I’m sure that, like me, you have all probably heard some not so nice rumors about Crepes Suzette. That it’s complicated. That it’s bourgeois. And on and on the rumor mills go making us all afraid of something quite simple. Make crepes. Again a lot of rumors about crepes but speaking as someone who actually cannot make pancakes but can make crepes… they’re easy. Put stuff in and on crepes. Easy enough, right? Get some booze all up in there. That’s not only easy but it sounds like a party. Light that S**T on FIRE!
Eat but be careful. Don’t eat the fire. That’s just stupid.
“The Breslin’s Ricotta Pancakes with Orange Syrup”
Every once in a while my body does this thing where it decides that something it previously disliked suddenly looks appealing. Occasionally, it does this about food. Once such food is pancakes. Now, if given the option between pancakes and waffles there is absolutely no competition. Waffles.
But when I saw this slideshow of some rather appealing pancakes I though to myself: Hmm… Yeah, I would eat that (click photo above to go to the slideshow). And so I give you pancakes instead of waffles. But don’t worry. Waffles are always on the menu with me so if you need some I’ll keep a few on standby.
So I literally bounded down the stairs this morning all awake (without coffee and after a very late night/early morning on the phone) and skipped off down the road to go vote at the elementary school near the house. My parents trailed behind commenting on whether or not I am mature enough to vote while I changed my Facebook status to “And a happy “I Get to Vote for Obama Day” to YOU!”. I picked that one only after much consideration.
Yes, I like Obama. Yes, I voted for him. And yes it makes me feel like a big girl to put the “I Voted” sticker on my office door.
While waiting in line I was browsing for Tapioca Pudding Recipes and photos of well designed Breakfast/Brunch photos. It was all I could do to keep myself from bouncing around the hallways like the mature 5-year old I felt like. I like cooking for people and one meal I especially like cooking for people is Breakfast and/or Brunch. Something about being the artist that gives a person their first GastroGasm of the day. I honestly cannot wait until I have someone to make breakfast in bed for. I don’t care how domesticated that makes me sound.
As it so happens, there is a person I send breakfast photos to on a fairly regular basis. I happened to have these photos on my phone so I’m not sure exactly where they came from. Probably Pinterest, which is not working right now. But here was today’s photo:
And here was yesterday’s (it was a vote):
And there here are some other things I couldn’t help not keeping:
So after voting and rushing to campus to try and get my dad to his first class of the day at least decently late as opposed to obscenely late (there was a big to do trying to call student workers to get a note up in his classroom), I settled into my office with some blackberries and tea while basking in the glow of a late night with awesome people and an early morning with awesome people who vote. Had some good music going on my Pandora station: Buddha Bar. Then I get a delivery of such magnitude I can’t even control my glee:
Isn’t it beautiful? I’m booking the conference room during my next late night shift in the office for a good few hours with this.
But in line with my desire for everyone to have a better day with a better breakfast, I think that starting the day off with a proper amount of sleep the night before (made better depending on what/who you do just before bed) and a bounce in your step is a good beginning point. Then eat. Take two minutes to think about something to make. Make it, then eat it. Just like thinking about your vote before you cast it, we should all put a little more effort into starting our days off better on a regular basis.
The other day we were back over at my grandma’s house to harvest berries. After the great DC power outages, which hit her area but not ours, and our trip to Chicago it had been a while since we’d gone to collect our blue-ty.
There were 6 of us down in the blueberry patch this time instead of the usual three and we were all excited to get picking. Unfortunately something happened over the last week or so and the crop was not doing so well. Instead of our usual 5-6 quarts of blueberries the size of dimes we ended up with a scrawny and all too reddish-in-hue 1.5 quarts and that was pushing it. My grandma made a pie with that harvest and each slice is requiring a rather large amount of doctoring.
While we’re not sure what happened to that last batch, which should have been ripe, there are still many many berries yet to ripen so we’re hoping that this was just some fluke of nature. Perhaps a bird got in through a tiny hole in the net and ate up all the good ones while we were away or the storm caused the process to slow. I’m no expert.
What I do know is that there are 3 different types of blueberry bushes in my grandpa’s garden and that the last three to get ripe also happen to be the sweetest variety of blueberry. In anticipation I’ve begun collecting a selection of potential recipes to try with the berries we look forward to harvesting after this weekend.
Another recipe I hope to dig up and make for myself during the summer is my Gpa’s blueberry jam recipe. It’s simply to die for with our family’s scone recipe (which can be found in “Tea Time, Nap Time, Fun Times“) and a dollop of homemade whipped cream. We have one or two bottles left from a large batch we made many years ago while he was still alive and I want to make sure we keep up recipes like that in the family.
But until I find his recipe book somewhere amongst his things I have this list: