Sunday, June 16, 2013

Ode to my Father's Crepes

Since today is Father's Day, I thought I would pay a tribute to the time honored tradition of crepe making my Dad passed to me.

Before leaving on my mission my Dad gave me a crepe making tutorial.  Crepes, thin hot cakes, or thinnies have been a long standing Miller tradition.  We have all enjoyed warm, buttery crepes with syrup for breakfast on Sundays and special occasions.  My dad wanted to make sure I carried on the legacy so he handed off all his techniques.  I'm not sure if I ever once made them on my mission - I'm fairly certain I never did.  I have made them a lot since being home from Brazil, and marriage has morphed the tradition slightly.  I know, I know...Modifying the Miller crepes borders on blasphemy.  However, Leisy and I have eliminated the butter and instead we fill our crepes with fresh fruit, nutella, sweet cream cheese spread and top with a dusting of powdered sugar.  Yummy!!  Ike likes his the traditional way and Zeb - the most picky eater ever - is starting to warm up to a taste here and there.

So the other day my blasphemous perversion of tradition went to a whole new level.  Leisy's friend gave her a gift card to Mimi's cafe.  We rarely go there.  I had a chicken crepe dish and thought - I could totally pull something like that off at home.  I looked up a bunch of different recipes and melded them into one that I knew would be amazing.  Chicken Florentine Crepes!  Crepes stuffed with chicken and spinach smothered in a creamy white wine sauce paired with sautéed zucchini and squash .  It was basically amazing.

Thanks Dad for passing on not only your amazing crepe skills but for teaching me how to be a good husband and father.  I can only hope to be the kind of Dad that you have been for me!  Love you Dad!!

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Talent Show

I was trying to avoid this year's ward talent show but the boys got roped into doing a 'talent' with their friends.  I know it sounds like I'm being pessimistic about the ward talent show but I feel I have good reason to be:  The last year's talent show was so painful to sit through and went on for so long I wanted to rip my eyeballs out.  The boys ended up sobbing because dessert wasn't served until the very end. The cookies were taunting them until well after their bedtime while the arguable 'talents' kept on going and going and going.  I'm sorry but singing along to your favorite song on the radio without first practicing is NOT okay for a talent show.  And a 10 minute garage band improvisation is NOT okay for a venue like this.  Last year we had to leave before it ended with the boys crying for cookies.  I vowed not to go back to this year's talent show and Leisy agreed!  I was a little bit grumpy when I found out Zeb and Ike wanted to participate with their friends because I couldn't tell them no.

Luckily the talent show was much more organized this year.  They asked talents be kept to 2-3 minutes which only a few people ignored.  There were only 2 horrible radio sing alongs and dessert was served at intermission.  We were home shortly after bed time and the boys had a blast.  Ike insisted on wearing his bike helmet through the entire activity. :)   The song says:  WALK, GALLOP, TIPTOE, RUN!!