Strawberry-Lemon Yoghurt Blintzes

Yes, I know that I’m American and American’s don’t spell yoghurt with an “H.” But, good golly. Sometimes I like the olde English spelling so much better. I contribute this to the fact that I’m fairly certain I was supposed to be born British. Or Canadian. I have no proof for this other than my absurd desire to spell things with extra letters and live on beachfront property in Prince Edward Island.  What other proof does one need?

Do you ever take a good long look at your life and wonder how you got to where you are? And wish you could be a billion other things? And feel in that self same moment shocked and amazed at how blessed your life has turned out? And feel a desire to change everything and stay exactly the same all at once? This has been me for several months straight. My friend Jamica says it’s the thirties. This age and stage of finding your way comfortably into your skin. I hope she’s right. I hope she’s wrong. I hope to high heaven I can make up my mind one of these days.

Of course, if I’d been born Canadian as I was supposed to have been, all of this would make plenty of sense. I’d know how to properly spell words, I’d eat poutine once weekly, and spend my days hanging laundry from my seaside porch in flowy pyjamas.

The conclusion to my wonderings, it seems, is not to focus on where I’ve been. There’s no sense in changing a story that’s been lived and written and carried me to today. Not that I’d want to change it.  Because today I gathered four kids and a nice husband around a cheery breakfast table. We prayed a welcome to our Easter morning. Ate warm strawberry blintzes. Unwrapped a plethora of surprises. It was a splendid today.

But, I peek into tomorrow and wonder if I should pay heed to quiet yearnings in my soul.  I wonder if we should change schools, move to bigger cities, travel to far distant lands.  I wonder if leaving what we have would equal a wistful absence or make space for new, yet undiscovered marvels.  I’m realizing more and more the power we have to shape our own stories. And I wonder. Is it the story that matters? Or is it the contentment with wherever your story leads you?

And, would yoghurt blintzes taste better in the ocean air of PEI?

Secret: I kinda think they would.


Strawberry Lemon Yoghurt Blintzes


4 eggs
1 tablespoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup flour
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla

1 1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
1 cup plain greek yogurt
1/4 cup honey or pure maple syrup
zest of 1 lemon

1 pint strawberries, sliced
Juice of 1 lemon
1/2 cup pure maple syrup


Combine all ingredients together in a blender until smooth. Heat a nonstick cooking pan or cast-iron skillet to medium-low heat. Spray with nonstick cooking spray. Pour a 6-inch circle of batter into the hot skillet. Cook as you would a pancake, until golden brown. Flip and cook the opposite side until golden brown.

In an electric mixer, beat the whipping cream until light and fluffy. Add the remaining ingredients and beat until well mixed. Spoon into the center of the blintzes. Top with Fresh Strawberry Syrup & enjoy!

Mix all ingredients together. Spoon over yoghurt-filled bintzes. Enjoy!