Helloooooo Fat Tuesday! Any of you folks out there that took French in high school probably feel the same as I . . . Mardi Gras = crepe day! I don't get so much into the whole party your brains out/wear colorful necklaces/eat red beans and rice part of Mardi Gras, but I can always get behind an excuse to make crepes!
Well . . . after making crepes with the kids for snack today, I still hadn't had enough crepe action for the day. Enter, dinner:
(There's some provolone and asparagus hiding in each . . .)
(Homemade raspberry jam and powdered sugar this time!)
Um, is there such a thing as a "butter coma?" I might be in one. The kitchen is a complete mess, but all I want to do right now is go to sleep! Hm. Conundrum.