One of the highlights of my Sunday was discovering that my husband of almost five years can cook crepes. And I mean he can really cook crepes. Paper thin delicious, amazing, buttery, incredible crepes.
This is huge! HUGE! Matt always claims he can cook, but in the years we've been together he's only demonstrated:
- toasted sandwiches
- Spinach pie (with my direction)
- microwave fish (which made me dry wretch when I was pregnant with the Doctor - sorry Matt, it's true)
Paper-thin pancakes can mean only one thing.
Now every Sunday Matt is chef-ing it with his pancakes. I've put in a request for Bills hotcakes next week!