Saturday, February 09, 2008

How to Make Basic Crepes

Crepes are so easy to make. I just made them with second-born daughter - on our last Sunday in Spain. I took pictures so my readers can give them a try. They're a nice way to start off Valentines Day with a romantic breakfast.

Here's the simple how to: Melt your butter and when it's cooled down add it to the eggs, milk and water that you've already put into your blender. The recipe doesn't call for vanilla, but I add about a tsp. of vanilla. Makes a nice flavor. Blend this concoction on high and then add your flour and salt - and then blend this.

Have your small crepe pan (I confess - mine is a teflon covering kind...chagrin) buttered and heated to a medium heat. Pour enough batter into the pan - tilt it in a circular motion so that the batter coats the surface. It might take a few tries to get the swirling art down.


Cook the crepe until it starts loosening from the sides of your pan. Loosen it with a spatula - turn it over and very briefly cook the other side.

In advance - prepare little bowls of fillings such as fresh strawberries, blueberries, apples that have been cooked in lots of butter and cinnamon. Cherries and diced bananas are also yummy. I like to use creme fraiche or whipped cream for a nice touch. Top of your crepes with Grade B Maple Syrup and of course, have your French Press ready to serve!


I'll use this basic crepe recipe from All Recipes.Com and go here for my how to pics.2 Tbl. melted butter (and more for the crepe pan) 2 eggs, 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 cup water (be ready to add a tinch more), 1 cup all-purpose flour, 1/4 tsp. salt.

Enjoy!

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Ivana Ballerina Thoughts On Men's Facial Hair

Mark and Candace are celebrating 13 years of marriage! Mazel Tov! So, Michael and I GET our grandkiddos for 24 hours. Yahoo!

6 a.m. Saturday morning
Ivana Ballerina - lingering by my side of the bed - I pull her up and over and she snuggles into the prized spot - between Poppi and Nana. She holds both our hands. We smile. Life is good. God is good.

Ivana Ballerina: Poppi can you shave? And, can you ask my dad to shave? I don't like spikes.
Poppi: Sure, honey.

Ivana Ballerina: Is Poppi going to marry you?
Nana: (Hmmmm...where is THIS going to lead?)
Nana: He already did.
Nana: What does married mean?
Ivana: That you kiss and hug.
Nana: Oh.

Nana: Who are you going to marry?
Ivana Ballerina: Isaiah. But Zane says I'm going to marry Caleb, but I'm going to marry Isaiah.
Nana: OK, only if your daddy says and only if he has gas in the car, food in the cupboard and money in the bank.
Ivana Ballerina: That's not what my daddy says.
Nana: Oh. (Smile.)

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Thursday, February 07, 2008

Ivana Ballerina - Created for Dancing

Dayn, watch me. I think I got this dance down.
This is how you do it. Arms up. Hop to the left.
And my mom said I couldn't skip.
Ha. I got it. Just kidding.

Twirling, twirling, twirling.
If I lift my skirt up, it sure helps. Well, sorta.
I love my heart tights. Nana put them on. Aren't they cute?
They really make my outfit.

Phew, all this dancing stuff is hard work.

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Ivana is a Ballerina - in Training

Oh, girls we better listen up. Classical Ballet Training.
She want's us to do what?
You're kidding. Did she say skip or did she click?
Hey, look girls. I'm doing it.
I got it. Left hand on hip.
Right hand extended out. Right leg out.
What position is this called again?
Yes. I'm so stink'n cute.

If I put my tongue out, it helps me focus. At least I'm not picking my nose.
Dayn, what's the matter - is this class giving you a neck ache?

I did it. Third position. I think.

Hey, check this out.
Third position looks cute when you squat.
Girls you'll have to try it.

Ivana Ballerina

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Ivana Ballerina

But, Nana, I really want to look at these first.
Oh, I love this one and this one and I love this one too.
Oh, aren't they lovely? But do they tap?
Will they make those "clicking" noises?
Oh, to be a ballerina
I'm dreaming of a . . . not a white Christmas . . . but being a dancer like Tanya.

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Hey Poppie - I've Got My Ant Trap Knife to Help

Red-haired hunter boy.
Music man hunter man.
Finishing the kill.

Poppi, how about if I chop down the branches over here?
I can use Nana's knife - aka my ant trap.

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My Kitchen Knife

Nana: Zane, what are you doing with my good knife?
Zane: It's an ant trap.
Nana: Oh

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Thursday Thankfulness

Gosh, it's Thursday and I'm not sure where the days have gone. Guess, it's because I'm still struggling with the "stuff" I got from Spain - the "stuff" that supposedly took down half the city. Cough, congestion - you know that kind of thing.

Yesterday - was my Grandkiddos Day. I love those days - not only do I get to kiss the cheeks off of Zane and Ivana, and not only do I get to input my legacy of God and Life into their souls, but I get blog fodder.

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2 a.m.
I roll over towards the middle of the bed. I sense this "presence" and sure enough it's the Ivana presence that is a present.

Ivana: Nana, can I sleep with you.
Nana: Of course, honey.
Ivana: Thanks.
I hoist her up and over and snuggle her up in the middle between musical hubs and I.
Ivana: Nana can you make oatmeal now?
Nana: (in her head . . . huh?)
Nana: Not now, in the morning.
Ivana: When's it going to be morning?
Nana: When the sun comes up.
Ivana: Is the sun down?
Nana: (in her head . . .huh?)
Nana: Yes.
Ivana: Nana, I love you.
Nana: (big smile) Ivana, I love you so much.

All the times I missed those moments as a mom of little ones (mainly because I think I was in survival mode) God is giving back to me . . . and more.

One day, Ivana won't come into our bedroom and ask to sleep with me.

One day, I will miss that, but for today, I'll take it whenever I can get it. Will you?

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Monday, February 04, 2008

Random Ramblings

Hi. How are you? Fine myself. Thank you.

Actually, I'm getting over the "stuff" I got in San Sebastian. I heard that half the town was out from the "stuff."

I hate the "stuff" because I don't like feeling puey and I hate having to rest, go slower and . . . well, you know.

I don't particularly like other kinds of "stuff" do you?

"Stuff" has a way of getting to the heart of the matter, doesn't it?

"Stuff" can come in all sorts of forms. Sickness stuff, debt stuff, relationship stuff, what to make for dinner stuff, the brakes aren't working stuff, the computer has a virus stuff and on and on - all kinds of life "stuff."

"Stuff" isn't really about "stuff" - is it? The issue - isn't really ever the issue - well, mostly.

"Stuff" and hearts go together. "Stuff" reveals heart stuff. "Stuff" reveals who my god/God is.

I guess the real question is: am I chained to "stuff" or anchored to Him and His otherness?

Do you get this "stuff?"

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