Saturday Morning Winter Memories
On the last winter of Peter’s life, I discovered a fabulous recipe for crêpe Suzette. He and Kelly loved it, so it became part of our weekend brunch menu. I remember coming down to the kitchen one snowy morning. Peter followed me. We were both still bundled up in our night clothes and dressing gowns.
I started preparing the batter. We each sipped at our tea. The music played soothingly. Outside the snow seemed to be dancing its way down to the ground. I sat on my high stool by the stove and began preparing the crêpes. Peter sat on a regular chair near me. We chatted aimiably, as couples do, as I cooked. Every once in a while I offered him a crêpe, as I continued to pile them on to a plate in a leisurely manner. The silence of the still sleeping weekend morning, the soothing classical morning, the company of my dear husband sitting near to me, the great love we had for each other, all that lends to a magical touch to the memory of that day. It fills me with a warm glow each time I think of it. I am so lucky to have been blessed with a husband such as he…