This Friday I made chocolate chip cookies (without Melanie, sadly). Thank you, Peggy & Shap, for sending me chocolate chips and light brown sugar! My cookies came out looking like cookies this time, not whole wheat chips. They were such beautiful cookies, all 30 of them. Quick survey: How many cookies do you think were left on Friday night? Remember, 5 siblings (although one was in Paris!), and 2 parents. Think of your number.. 5 left? 8 left? 2 left? Wrong. There were 0 left. Not a single crumb. Those cookies were devoured so fast - Jean Baptiste was so kind as to give me permission to make cookies whenever I'd like!
I woke up Saturday to an invitation to Teresa's house! I stumbled around and got ready, and hopped on the metro to go to Teresa's where we had galettes and crêpes for lunch, thanks to Teresa's fabulous cooking.
A galette: Buckwheat crêpe + 1 egg + ham + cheese
And for dessert crêpes: Butter up the pan..
Add a dessert crêpe and add a healthy (not actually healthy, please) amount of Nutella..
And fold it up!
...This is not how crêpes should look completed. But who cares, it had Nutella - all is well! This one looks like a wanton.
Then later on Saturday, Teresa and I decided to go ice skating! I don't know which was more interesting, skating or getting to the skating rink. We ate dinner and then checked to see what time we had to catch the bus. 8:15.. It was 8:05 already, so we knew that wasn't happening. Next bus? 8:30. That sounded easy, right? We were all set and ready to go, we left the house, and for some reason Teresa was following me. Even though we were at Teresa's house - Teresa's part of the hood (well this is embarrassing but it's 1:30 and Monday morning and we're just going to go with it) - Teresa followed me! And I had remembered there was a left turn, so I turned left.. but too early. We were one street off, and almost all the way down the street Teresa realized that we had gone the wrong way, and we had to turn back, walk all the way back up the street, and then continue on. And right as we turned the corner to the bus stop, our bus drove by us. Next bus: 8:47. And then Teresa did another not-so-bright thing. She said, "Do you think we can beat the bus to République?". The metro station is right next to the bus station, and République is the next common stop between the metro and the bus we needed. And me, being slightly over dare/bet-happy, thought that yes, we could beat the bus. And so I ran to the metro, holding tight onto my hat with Teresa yelling behind me "What are you doing?!". We may have beat the bus, who knows, because when we got to République.. we didn't know where our bus stop was. And therefore, we missed the bus. After being defeated by this fact, we boarded the metro again, went back to the bus stop by Teresa's house and waited until 9:05 for the next bus.
We made that one at least.. And we rode it all through town, past République, past my house and my school, and then past our stop! We saw it on the screen, we had one stop before we had to get off and we were ready to press the stop button, and then it just disappeared! Our bus skipped over Le Blitz! So we got off at the stop that's after Le Blitz, crossed the street and waited for the bus going back. We get on the bus, and it's the same bus driver we'd just had. We said hello, recognized that yes, we were just on the bus, and yes, we had completely missed our stop. But not this time! We were prepared. At 9:35, we had finally made it to Le Blitz.
Bum bum bah!
Decked out in some skates..
And then we have some super awesome disco-tech skating. Woo! And of course, my obnoxiously nervous laughter because I'm about to fall on my face at any second.
Note: I didn't fall!
We made it home successfully Saturday night, and made virgin mimosas! Get it? ...It wasn't my joke, blame Teresa.
Today (Sunday), Teresa and I woke up very late (it's becoming the new normal) and did homework and ate crêpes and watched Vampire Diaries, and then parted our separate ways as the sun started to set at a ridiculously early time.. 5:30! And for dinner?
This giant loaf of bread. I thought we would have one or two loaves and cut off pieces for each person of the family? No! Everybody gets their own loaf! Slice it as you please, butter it, jam it, dip it in your hot chocolate! It was divine. (My hand makes it look smaller than it was.. It was super big and super thick and it was just an incredible amount of bread.)
Where did this weekend go?
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