This week started off on a high note with breakfast cookery. The bad news is that maybe I ate 4 nutella stuffed crepes, a raspberry pancake and a bowl full of yummy granola. The good news is that I have mastered the art of crepe making in a frying pan. I managed to get those crepes so paper thin you could read through them and oh, they were delicious. Much to my chagrin we finished the week off with a big catering event. I got to serve. That explains the face in the photo below. Sweaty and ticked off, that's what I'm calling it. "Would you like an hors' d'oeurve? No? Ok I'll walk away and come ask you again in 3 minutes. Enjoy your sparkling pear juice.
Jerk. Kind gentleman." That is real life right there. Repeat awkward interaction over and over and over. But at least I can make crepes.