Winter refuses to abate. It is relentlessly hanging on for dear life as if this will be it's last breath ever. The frigid temperatures have become the norm as has the white landscape. This has become our regular footwear,
nice no? No. I can't remember the last time I wore a skirt, and I love wearing dresses...and heels. This must be what purgatory is like...or Alaska, same thing. Two weeks ago I read in the Times that we had accumulated 50 inches of snow, the norm for the entire winter is 20 , and then we got another 12. I hate being in the record books. I was actually under the delusion though that once this most frigid and snowy of February's bade it's adieu we would be out of the woods, or more precisely, the ice. Wrong! Today is March 2nd, (which I just realized as I type this is the anniversary of my arrival in this country...48th to be exact) and we are expecting yet another snow storm. 6 to 12 they say, March is definitely being lionesque. Being snowbound is getting old, driving through the obstacle course of potholes is getting even older. Eating and cooking, however never will, especially if it's Portuguese!
Cozido de Grao (Chickpea Stew with Lamb Pork & Veal) adapted from Saveur