It was a rough night last night. At midnight all four of us were sleeping. 5 a.m. had both Jeremy and I with babies in hand. And by 8 a.m., both kids were up for good and not too happy about it.
While Jeremy got up and showered for work, I shuffled into the kitchen and turned the kettle on. And then I pulled out the clafoutis I made last night, and ate it cold right from the dish.
A peach clafoutis from Martha. Is there anything more refreshing after a sweaty, sleepless night with two little boys? Nope.
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