Must there always be such lows with the highs?

The election results have me really caught between supreme joy and great sorrow. The former because of Obama's win. The latter because of the apparent defeat of Proposition 8 in California.

Much more on my thoughts over at the other blog....

Suffice it to say, one of the many reasons the monumentality of Obama's win has yet to set in is because of the status of Proposition 8.

What better way to end a weekend?

I've been craving crepes for a while. God knows why. Perhaps the delicious fillings? Or the challenge of making them just right? Or the fact that I had vaguely wanted them and then Leah mentioned making them recently. It's always something that ignites a desire like that.

So tonight I finally did it. And I think a year in the basement served our crepe pans well. I made perhaps the best/most perfect crepes of my life. Now I'm not claiming that they ARE perfect, just close. And there was no stickage. No breakage except when I sliced one mistakenly with my spatula. But that aside, no breakage.

The joy of eating one oozing with chocolate and whipped cream? Well, I probably should have snapped a pic of that too. But I was too busy enjoying.