When I was a kid, I used to fantasize about midnight snacks. We always went to bed early, so midnight was some dark and mysterious time, and I could only imagine the culinary wonders that would emerge from the depths of night.

I can now report back to my childhood self that crêpes at midnight are as wonderful as she imagined.

I'll be going to the Cambridge contra dance on Thursday, July 29 -- my birthday. Others are welcome to join me. I may do dinner beforehand, if there's interest and organizing isn't a huge hassle.