July 31, 2010
There is a little known fact about me; I have the extraordinary talent of being able to kill any plant that has the misfortune of coming home with me. I don't know how I do it, it just happens. My talent was recently unleashed on my sons preschool flowerpot that was sent home. Little did his teacher know the fate she was sending the poor thing to. I present the remains of what would have been a Marigold....I think?
As you can see the soil is wet. Upon seeing his poor wanna-be flower on the brink of death, the little guy ran to the bathroom to baptise it in water, hoping to bring life back again. I felt too guilty to crush his dream.
It seems my plant butchering talent has now expanded to include crepes. I had the grand ambition today to make us fruit crepes for breakfast. I have never attempted to make a crepe before, but didn't think I would have any problems. But instead of creating an eye pleasing breakfast, my talent took over. The mission: To mutilate and destroy beyond all recognition. The Target: The unsuspecting Crepe.
As you can see, this was not a successful attempt. What started out as a fun breakfast adventure, turned into a batter flinging, crepe crushing, nightmare. Most of them ended up dumped unceremoniously into the trash, but the few I was able to salvage I filled with cut up nectarines, kiwi, and banana. Once sprinkled with a little powdered sugar, I was able to pass them off to my son as something halfway edible. Apparently I need to do a little more research and practising of my crepe making technique.