Red splash on monotone,
How you recall the keen contrast
Of ephemeral, delectable, incomparable crepes
In a continuum of ho-hum consumption
A little poem in celebration of the eight inches of snow still carpeting our little tree-cave world. The same snow, which, combined with the previous Christmas holiday snows, has kept the wheels of Crepes Paulette moving along at a snail's pace. To be sure, these days of sledding, stoking fires, board games and panorama-gazing are a little slice of heaven, but enough already! We've got work to do!
A quick update: Trailer (must name her soon) has been toothbrush-disinfected and work has begun (and been interrupted) on the flooring repairs necessary to start off on the right foot. :)
Much discussion and deliberation has been devoted to the "to paint or not to paint" dilemma: Current color is truly ugly and not at all what we had in mind, but painting may require more time than we have before target date opening, so...do we design logo that will work with current color, or hold out to have the preferred??? Decisions, decisions.
Meanwhile, I am chomping at the bit to start training on the brand-spanking new commercial crepe griddles ("biligs" in French), found (unbelievably) locally while searching on ebay. Great price, but in terms of training possibilities, won't work in our house without major rewiring. (Don't ask me about the three likely house fires I narrowly avoided in my attempts to find a solution.) So, we must wait out the extreme weather, get the trailer (really must name her) running on generator power, and wire her for the biligs before we can even season them, let alone crack out our first full-size crepe. For now, we're stuck with our now-ridiculous looking family griddle, and it's failing non-stick surface. I'm feeling a little uninspired to train on "last year's model"...
To finish up my ramblings: We've got far too many things on our plates, with the notable exception of crepes. Send snow-melting thoughts our way.
