It’s a good thing I watch General Conference at home.
For one thing, you can’t eat strawberry/Nutella/whipcream crepes at church and I might get some funny looks at the stake center or downtown when I exclaim, “Yes!” and pump my fist in the air whenever a speaker says something I particularly like. My children and husband laugh because invariably I look around after the last session ends and gush, “Wasn’t that the BEST conference ever!”
But it was. Really and truly. Every single talk inspired and enlightened me.
At our house there is no debate about breakfast on Conference Sunday– it is always and forever crepes, the recipe handed down from my French great-grandmother, Anna Diana Maria Frechette (everyone called her Mary).
My little Mary rinses strawberries while I mix the batter.
2 cups milk
2 cups flour
1/2 cup powdered sugar
1 t. salt
mix to the consistency of thick cream
Stefan beheads while Mary slices.
This little tool is my secret to perfect crepes. It’s simply a small dowel inserted into a larger one; it spreads the batter beautifully in the pan. We say “crêpe” at our house not the American “crape.”
While I cook, the line up begins.
But we always have another bottle stashed away. Although, General Conference is on television in Utah, we watch it on the internet because our computer is much nicer than our TV.
As always, the boys dump out the Lego bin and build while they listen; it’s pretty serious work.
But for little Mary, four hours of indoor church is a bit much. So she set out with a bowl and scissors collecting blooms from the garden,
wiped up spills
and added white roses as an afterthought (“because they remind me of Alice in Wonderland”).
Inspired by Elaine Dalton’s gorgeous talk on Fathers and Daughters, Mary set up a post conference picnic. Even if you’re not Mormon, you will love Sister Dalton’s powerful, gracious, wise counsel.