Ritual: Valentine Dates

We have a family Valentine ritual.  The girls go to dinner and a dance with their Dad.  I take the boys to dinner.  The dance reviews were good this year.  (In years past, it tended to overwhelm.)  And the boy dinner did not disappoint.  Honestly, the dreaminess of the night was almost formulaic:

1.   Throw quasi-fancy clothes on everyone.  Maybe even a clip tie on a toddler.

2.   Go to dinner so early that you are the only ones there.

3.   Go somewhere that has (paper) white table cloths.
4.   Add crayons for color.

5.   Sit by a window that features the cold, busy city lights outside.
6.   Drink a glass of wine.

7.   Stare into rows of shimmering water glasses.

8.   Eat delicious crepes with lots of gruyere cheese.

9.   Share a first sip of coffee with the 10-year-old.
10. Eat more crepes, this time with chocolate.

Granted, this formula is often mired in whining or tantrums or clothes discomfort or some sort of desperation, so sometimes that shining water glass is just off the radar screen.  But, on this night, I got lucky with my charming Valentines.

This is a napkin heart.

Valentines

This year, Valentines Day brought the usual welcome splash of color.  The holiday's pinks and reds always land so fittingly on the winter scene.  

We made various momentos in our household - bookmarks for friends, hearts for teachers, cards for grandparents, and a banner with alternating hearts and "I love" messages.  

The "I love" messages were written with sincerity.  "I love pi."  "I love puppies."  "I love dad."  Then pop culture entered in, thanks to the latest "The Diary of a Wimpy Kid" movie.  In one scene, a family plus a friend sit around a circle table and play "I love you because."  It sounds quite sweet, though it is really an avenue for comedy.  Examples from the movie included: "I love you because... you keep my body clean" or "I love you because..." (silence, look up searchingly).  So, our family took to this routine quickly.

All this, and we haven't even hit the teenage years.  But, I do still love Valentines Day.  In whatever form, love is in the air.

Favorites: Bat Toy

Sometimes the "it" toy baffles me.  Lately, John is particularly taken by black felt cut-outs that we call bats.  He has been playing with them since Halloween.  I don't draw conclusions about intelligence when contemplating toy preferences.  I actually enjoy flapping the wings around myself and playing mama bat.  It certainly captures an era.

This is How We Cook

I have a friend who recently made some amazing sweet potato crepes.  It rivaled my first taste of a chocolate crepe on the streets of Paris years ago, when I proceeded to stuff jars of Nutella into my suitcase home, only to find it stacked on the shelves at Safeway.

This time around, I thought I'd attempt to share such goodness with my family.  So, the procession began:

• On Thursday night, I gathered obscure groceries, like Farmer's Cheese.
• On Sunday, I went back to the store to get whole milk.
• On Wednesday, I baked four potatoes.
• On Thursday, I blended up crepe mix.
• On Friday, Jeff brought more home eggs.  I lacked one.  (I accidentally composted my last yolk instead of the whites as called for in the recipe.  I was double-tasking, cooking and talking to my sister on the phone.)
• On Saturday, I made crepes.

When I woke, the sun was shining so beautifully onto my cutting board, it cried out for some creation.  Similarly, John was crying out for food.  I figured I'd be fast.  After all, those cooked potatoes and the crepe concoction were patiently sitting right in the refrigerator, in bowls topped with plates as they had been for days.

However, John and the others' stomachs were not quite so patient.  Multi-step breakfasts sometimes don't do the trick.  Everyone persevered, sort of.  Will bided the time doing math:  how can 13 crepes  be split between 6 people with differing preferences.  He was ultimately my biggest fan, claiming they rivaled our Valentines Day crepe dinner. (Another story.)

The leftover filling still sits in my refrigerator, this time in actual tupperware.  I'm just waiting for sunshine to inspire.

PS - The recipe for "Jacob's Blintzes" is in Deb Perelman's inspiring cookbook, The Smitten Kitchen Cookbook.