It was my turn to sleep in this morning, and when I woke up at 8:30 (I think if I told my younger self that one day my older self would consider rising before 9 sleeping in, my younger self would slap my older self), the delicious smell of warm blueberry sauce wafted into my room. You see, the wonderful thing about going blueberry picking each year is that the week or so after, we have wonderful, scrumptious, delicious blueberry treats. Muffins, coffeecake, cobbler, dump cake, topped on ice cream, eaten by the handfuls plain. It's a good week. My favorite dish, by far, is the morning that Dave makes his crepes. Oh. My. Lands. They are wonderful. It's a saintly mix of gooey cream cheese, warm homemade blueberry sauce, and fresh blueberries, all wrapped in a delicate crepe shell. I'm in heaven. Paired with a warm cup of coffee, I'd be hard pressed to find something better at breakfast.
Flipping the crepe. But I am more taken by my husbands hands here. They just look so...strong.
Successful flip!
Bubbling blueberry sauce. I just might stick my whole face in there.
All this goodness will soon be in my belly.
The assembly line. Sauce and cream cheese on the inside...
More sauce on top...mmmm...AND powdered sugar....oh my.
Fresh blueberries on top? Okay!
Clara likes 'em!
James like 'em!
Bethy...ummm...doesn't?
I'll have twelve more platefuls, thank you very much.
A big thank you to my hubby for letting me sleep in, and for making all this deliciousness!
1 comment:
This is just like Pioneer Woman's blog! Except your kids are sooooo much cuter! It looks like an incredibly delicious breakfast. Yummmmm.
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