Apr 02 2014
Yet another item on J’s favorites became off limits when she stopped eating wheat: crepes. She has loved them ever since she was a baby. We spent time in France for S’s job, the first time when J was only 11 months old. These were not long-term relocations. Instead, they were short term stints – 3-4 weeks – where we accompanied him on long-term business trips. As glamorous as that sounds, it was hard to pick up from your routine and build a new routine in a new city with few friends and babies’ schedules. On the other hand, it was pretty sweet.
Back to the crepes though….
Near our apartment, a nice walk away to take les petites filles in their unwieldy double stoller (a old, heavy, Sit ‘n Stand), was a little crepe restaurant that had about 6 tables and served nothing but savory and sweet crepes. We would go there and I’d somehow maneuver the stroller in. L (2 1/2) would hold J (11 months) while I would fold the stroller (no high chairs). I’d get all of our winter layers off. We’d all offer a sigh of relief as we sat down to order our meal. The girls favorite was a ham and cheese crepe, which I positioned as a “French Quesadilla”. It was one of my many little “stories” (like Louis XIV’s famous edict “no complaining at the castle”) to help them behave, relate the foreign culture to our own, and have a bit of fun. They were hooked on the french style quesadilla. For dessert we usually had a simple crepe buerre et sucre. Still my personal favorite.
One excursion to this little restaurant was on a particularly raw, damp, cold day. We were literally steaming as we entered the warm restaurant environment. The girls and I had a nice little lunch. Everyone, myself included, was on best behavior. I managed to open the stroller, getting ready to leave, got J (in her warm snowsuit) into the contraption. Then, I set about getting L zipped up. At the time, and not so different from now, she was a cherubic visage – blond, wispy, curly hair; blue, blue eyes with long lashes; and a heart shaped, red mouth. She gave me a big kiss and hug as I was wrestling her into her outerwear and the entire restaurant broke into spontaneous applause. I had no idea anyone was watching. But the place was so tiny, how could they help it. A proud parenting moment.
So, how can I help trying to satisfy J and L’s love of crepes? Now, I make a gluten free variety.
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