WHOLLY CREPE

Wholly Crepe!
It all took place many years ago during the winter of 1962 when Louise and I left with the Bleiers for a weekend at the Wolf River Lodge, North of our home in Appleton. It was a quick decision and we were almost snowbound that February. It was my birthday month and a small quiet celebration was the main reason we ventured forth. However it was to become an event that has lasted ever since and today what was once a rarity is now common place. This is in reference to a breakfast we were served at the above mentioned B&B. Amongst the eggs and rolls, mmnn!, were a delicasy we had never before encountered. Yes, I know we were infants in the culinary efforts of the French. but here we were served crepes loaded with a blend of cream cheese and sour cream and I'm not sure what else. After breakfast and as we were looking at the snow falling, I noticed Louise was missing? Not particularly concerned except when she returned a short time later she had a small smile when I asked where she had been? The smile was somewhat enigmatic and it was not until we returned home the next day that she showed us her new breakfast delight--crepes. She had gone to the kitchen and was shown how to make crepes. Now that doesn't seem, in retrospect, such a big deal except it was the beginning of a tradition that has carried down through the years. In short, we all have loved Louise' expertise at crepe making and to-day, at least one daughter in law, Victoria, and my son Chris are striving vigorously to duplicate her kitchen successes. I can't speak knowingly about my other daughters ability but I can say with complete accuracy, we all love 'em. Vive'La France