Everything covered in a beautiful blanket of fluffy virgin white snow. It fell in that way that somehow looks fake, like if it was painted on, covering every branch, every pine leaf, every surface. It was early enough where no one had yet trudged all over it and no one had gone out to shovel. The world was suddenly black and white. And it was Saturday. The perfect day for a snowstorm since I had no place to go. A friend who moved to California a couple of years ago commented very sarcastically on facebook to his NJ friends that it wasn't too late to move to sunny California. I proceeded to burst his bubble by letting him know that for someone who grew up in Miami I savor my four seasons. No California dreamin' here. So what to do on a day when you've got no place to go, why cook of course.
Preferably something that takes a really long time, like herb and onion focaccia!
How about some mac & cheese?
or maybe some gumbo!
I love a stormy weekend! Wait, there's another coming on Tuesday, oh no!