Christmas Dinner (or Queermas Dinner, as the host, Cyron, likes to call it), was great. It was warm and friendly; full of family and food; relaxed, chill, and lovely. Come nighttime, I snuggled and talked on the couch with Tig. Apparently I left some bite marks and bruises. Wicked!
In the morning I made crepes, but the recipe didn't turn out as well as it had a year ago in Montreal, so I'm not going to post it here until I have proper oil and a small skillet to try it out on. I mean, the crepes were still yummy! But the consistency of thickness across the whole thing was not there at all... then again, I *was* using one of those huge pans, cz it was all they had... and I didn't really measure anything as precisely as perhaps I should have. So I'll test it out again in two weeks and post the recipe if it's worthwhile.
I miss my partner Alex, and my family... 7 more days!