Back from my lunch at ‘The Creperi.’ Almost went for the breakfast crepe of ham, feta, olives, tomatoes, and greens dressed with Greek dressing. Then, did what I accuse my hubby of always doing: stuck with my tried-and-true: Salmon Crepe, as I described previously. (I’m assuming you read my previous post.) My friend, a first-time visitor, had the “Greek crepe,” which consisted of greens w/Greek dressing, feta, tomatoes and black olives.
We each got a dessert crepe. Yes, I stuck with my tried-and-true and had the raspberry and Nutella crepe. Friend, who doesn’t care much for chocolate (and she’s a she) had the equally tasty almonds, cinnamon, raisins, and butter crepe.
We spent the next two hours feebishly attacking various local and world problems; and I have to admit, crepes seem to lower the frustration meter that inevitably comes with solving global inequities.
I’m sorry to report: the world continues to operate much as it had two hours prior to our crepe fest, but there are now several happier crepe-eating patrons roaming about the streets of Charleston, WV. I don’t know about you, but that bit of knowledge gives me renewed hope for a better day.
Crepes. Changing the world one patron at a time.
P.S. My two boys weren’t much about improving the world as they were about getting their take-out cheeseburgers I had bribed, uh, offered them for “allowing” myself a relatively guilt-free lunch out with a friend. I figured I’d be out for an hour, ninety minutes–tops. Guess, I needed it more than I had realized.