It was just one of those mornings ... planets aligned and life was good.
My husband made breakfast for us ... alas, it was Cheerios and bananas, but it was prepared when I sat down. The morning went well, we ran a few errands, and returned home.
My children go to a church-based preschool, and in their bags on Wednesday was a note that they are to dress up as their favorite Bible character this Monday. Okay, I know the basics ... Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Noah. That's about it. I'm not up on the stories, parables, histories, etc. Thus, I will be dropping off a lamb (oh, how sweet) and an angel.
Thus, part of our errands included a trip to the fabric store. I found the most fun, cream, curly fur fabric that I've fashioned into a tunic of sorts. With a tail. It's absolutely adorable, but it looks like a poodle exploded on my basement floor.

Anyway, we arrived home, and the small people were frantic for food, as we skipped snack time while in pursuit of fuzzy lamb goodness. I looked into the refrigerator with dismay, knowing that I couldn't again in good conscience feed them more chicken nuggets.
With the following ingredients, all leftovers, I whipped up a fabulous lunch that two almost-2-year-olds actually ate:
-pancake batter
-chopped pork tenderloin
-finely shredded parmigano reggiano
-bacon
-julienned apples
-butter
-cinnamon
Voila! Crepes filled with cinnamon-sprinkled apples and pork.
I was very proud, to say the least.