Does Dr. Seuss Make House Calls ?
It was one of those days where in spite of all there is to do, I didn’t feel like doing any of it, but I did some just the same, a bit of dry wall, pulled two weeds, threw a salad of left-overs together for lunch.
Like one of those Rube Goldberg set-ups, something went off and I decided to make green crêpes for supper.
I whizzed up 3 chard leaves in the blender with one cup of water, then used this as part of the usual liquid for my buckwheat crêpes. I wasn’t sure how they would spread, thinking the granulométrie of the chard might make bumps, but no, all went well. We did find them to be more nourishing than usual.
With grated cheese.
I wondered to myself how the extra would be for breakfast with butter and jam and then my husband had one with orange marmalade. I’m not too big on orange.
How is it? I asked.
Very good, he said. You know Americans like aigre-doux.
Just a minute while I take a picture—a man could get hungry with a wife who blogs.