"Yummy, that brown stuff (cinnamon) smells so delicious. And that white sweet stuff (powdered sugar) smells even better. And wow! You're even putting some on the sliced peaches. Oh, Nana, yummy! I can't wait."
She was even more excited when I placed her peaches in the crepe, rolled it and dusted hers with more powdered sugar.
Then I made mine. I poured us a cup of milk in fancy floral tea cups. We sat down to enjoy our meal.
She was like Bob in the movie, What About Bob? After each bite, she moaned, "Oh Yummmmm, uhhhhmmmm, I love this!"
Okay, it was good, but not spectacular. The ones I made for Sunday breakfast were much tastier. In fact mine was rather bland, but I ate it and smiled as Nicole devoured itty bitty morsels to make it last longer.
As I was cleaning up the kitchen counter I discovered the powdered sugar bag sitting next to the pancake batter bag. Uh-huh! I had GENEROUSLY dusted mine with pancake flour!
Lock me up! Give me an aspirin. It has been one of those days.