Before she escaped back to her kitchen, I quickly regaled her with tails of the French restaurant, Chef Acel and how he’d taught me to make Crepe’s.
“Can I make Crepe’s for my Mom and John sometime? I promise that whatever mess I make I will clean up!” I begged her.
She eyed me for several seconds before firmly grabbing my chin and saying, “You make Micah some too and we have hard fast deal.”
I threw my arms around her and hugged her tight before letting her slip away.
She soon returned with a bowl of what I first thought was cold cereal, which didn’t sound too good on a cold winter morning. Then I tasted it and found that it wasn’t cold at all, in fact it was scalding hot.