The other evening, at about five minutes to 9, Federico announced that he was "cookieless", and wanted dessert. I was ready to put on my jammies, watch Revenge, and go to bed at 10! He asked if he could make crepes. "Have at it!", I said. With no recipe, he pulled out flour, sugar, butter, milk and eggs. Soon he had my largest mixing bowl full of yummy batter, and was flipping crepes out of my omelette pan! Who knew?
I tried to get an action shot every time he flipped one, but he was too quick for my camera. Trust me when I say, he looked like an accomplished chef, flipping those thin, beautiful crepes high in the air, and having them land upside down in the pan. Brad and I each ate one, Federico, several, and he polished them off the next morning for breakfast!
All dishes were done, and he left the kitchen as clean as he found it! Federico said he perfected making crepes as part of a project in his French class at school in Italy!