Crepes

 I made crepes this morning. It has been many years since I have done so. The recipe is relatively simple, but the process not quite so; and for someone as out of practice as myself, the challenges felt exponential. When all has been said and done, I have managed to burn my fingers, put out a few little fires where the batter fell on to the stove; the counter covered in flour, and the sink overflowed with utensils. Still, the end product was pleasing. Sure, it won't be winning any awards soon and took repeated attempts to get it right, but it satisfied a craving, and how wonderful it was to have made something from scratch and share it.

Life is messy. And sometimes the little things that bring us joy entail no small amount of hardship and suffering. Things get broken, battered, beaten. You could even get burnt by your handle on things, and find yourself putting out fires here and there. There are probably easier ways with less hassle; but I tell you, if you stick with it, bear the heat, live in the moment, you will be rewarded. It doesn't have to be pretty, but I can tell you the simple things will still just be as sweet and savoury if not more so because you know you have earned it.

Life, it is messy, it is dirty, unpredictable and chaotic. Even if you follow the recipe. But if at the end of the day it means you get to share something nice, then it is worth it.