As I last reported, I have been sick. Some of it was my fault, as I refused to pay attention to my runny nose, slight hack and pounding headache, and opted to do two long training days to “flush it out” of my system. Note: that medical treatment doesn’t work. And because I know that most of you are smarter than I, it is probably unnecessary to screech at you, “Take to your beds!” when you start feeling a little squiggy, lest you end up with a multi-day couch vacation involving lots of bad reality television and several bottles of grapefruit soda.

I perked up a bit yesterday, and after spending hours and hours reading “How to Eat a Small Country,” by Amy Finley – a whole book dedicated to French cuisine – I decided it was imperative that I make crepes. This was my first signal that I was on the mend – not that I wanted to eat crepes (because I always want to eat crepes), but because I wanted to cook them. But don’t fret, my brief illness didn’t change my fundamental inability to follow a recipe, so I can’t provide one here other than to say: Mix flower, milk, an egg, a little vanilla and sugar. Pour it in a hot buttered pan. Smear the whole thing with Nutella.

Then, because I was convinced that the crepe yesterday was medicinal (I felt tons better this morning), I decided I needed to make an apple cream cheese one for breakfast.

Here, I used the same crepe batter and then just browned some apples in butter, sugar and cinnamon. The white gooey goodness is just some cream cheese warmed with a little sugar. Ooooooh! It just occurred to me that maybe it is all the sugar that has cured me! Woop woop! Now I’m doing the sugar dance (a wonderful byproduct of the sugar high I’m on).

Anyway, it’s back to work. As much as I enjoyed my little sickation, I am ready to get busy. If I don’t do something productive soon, I will weigh 300 pounds from all the crepes.

But…I was thinking that a nice mixed berry crepe with whipped cream would be delicious!

Happy Running!

Tagged as: common cold, crepe, eating