Saturday morning Cara and I had breakfast at a crepes place called French Press. It was so. good. So good I dreamed about it last night. They had tons of options, both sweet and savory, but we both opted for the custard-filled crepe topped with strawberries and fresh whipped cream. It was definitely the best thing I've tasted in recent memory. (Though given that my culinary repertoire for the last 2 months has mostly consisted of things that can be prepared in five minutes or less, maybe that is not surprising.)
I would consider moving to Oregon if it meant I could have this once a week.
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I'm Leah. I love making pretty things with fabric, paper, and sometimes, pixels and fonts. These days, though, it's mostly fabric. I also love tv on dvd and sometimes I talk about my cats too much. I live in Alexandria, VA, with my husband Chris and our son Joey, who was born on Christmas Eve last year. Chris is a musician in The US Army Band "Pershing's Own", and I make quilts and sell them in a little shop.
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