Although it’s hardly news that cooking with summer vegetables is easy, I have to say that this is definitely my favourite season for dealing with leftovers. Case in point: after hosting a crepe-y brunch this past weekend, The Boy was left with a sizeable pitcher of batter in the fridge. (As an aside, can I take a moment to state how proud of this I am? The Boy is not a Keeper of things foodie; if there’s too much of something, and it can’t be made into a lunch for work, most likely he will send it on its way to the green bin. This makes me cringe. That he actually preserved the leftover crepe batter then, was a tremendous victory! One worthy of… crepes!)
So Monday evening came about and, with very little time before I had to rush off to paddling practice, a glance in the fridge revealed two options: breakfast for dinner (i.e. crepes and bacon) or roasted veggie crepes with cheese, featuring the week’s crookneck squash and some of our cherry tomatoes. The Boy stated he wasn’t hungry, also that his batter was the wrong kind for a savoury crepe, and assured me he’d figure out something while I was out. So I set to roasting.
Folks, I’m pretty confidant in saying that Monday’s roasted veggie crepe — even made with a wrong, sweet batter — was hands-down the best dinner I’ve made all summer. It was so good that, for possibly the first time in my life, I actually wished I had more summer squash. Did I mention that tomatoes are delicious when roasted?! I will definitely make them again, especially since my poor husband didn’t even try them. Inspired by my crepe-making (or so I assume?) The Boy actually stated about two crepes in that whenever I was done making crepes for my veggies, he’d finish up the batter (but oldschool, with maple syrup). So it all worked out.
In the meantime, may I present a sometimes-confusing member of the Canadian fauna, the striped vacuum cleaner:
Some folks may insist that these critters are called chipmunks, but those people have never witnessed the scurrying on our porch after I fill the bird feeder (which inevitably sprays seed messily about both while you’re filling it, and while you try to re-hang it from its hook).
These things (hoover-munks?) are not particularly frightened of our dog or cats, and managed to clear off all of the birdseed mess (and it was considerable, because I’m kind of sloppy about filling the feeder) inside of two minutes.
Those bright little eyes don’t miss a speck. Impressive.