Strawberry Crepes

It’s funny the things that stick with you. This morning I was cutting up strawberries to put in my cereal when I was suddenly struck by a memory of my grandmother. I was probably 21 or 22 and we were in the kitchen at my parents’ house. She was teaching me how to make crepes. I was cutting up the strawberries to make the filling and was hastily slicing off the tops. My grandmother noticed my technique and chastised me for being so wasteful. She took the strawberry from my hand and twisted off the stem, then took the knife and cored the berry, carefully showing me how to not waste even the tiniest piece. I remember being mildly annoyed at her for correcting me and insisting that her way was the right way. But I thought about it after and realized that in her lifetime, being a mother of 6, strawberries probably weren’t on the weekly grocery list. And when they did have strawberries she would have used every last morsel. After all, a pint of berries had to go around the table six times. I’ve never responded well to being reprimanded but this morning I found myself smiling, coring strawberries, and thinking of my Grandma. And wondering if I still have her crepe recipe.