Sunday, December 20, 2009

The Snow is general over Boston

Heard the plows on our street in the middle of the night.  They are backing up more than going forward, and you know what that means. Beep.  Beep.   Of course the paper wasn't here when I  awakened, but it actually came soon thereafter.   What's Sunday without the Globe and the Times? Last week at this time we were trekking home in the snow, ice and rain from Mohonk Mountain house. 

I  made cookies,  wrapped a gift, did 2 loads of laundry--but you don't want to hear about that.  There were tiny paw prints by the woodpile where the chipmunk is hunkered down for the winter, so I put out some seed for him.  The juncos came and feasted, too.  No sign of anyone else. 

Yesterday we went to a lovely Christmas concert of Mediterranean Baroque Christmas music,   played on period instruments. The group was the  Musicians of the Old Post Road, and the venue was the Old South Church on Boyston Street,  and  the church looked tastefully festive with lots of greenery, white Italian lights and even a tree.

The Copley subway station is under construcion which means no escalator, and even seniors and the lame have to heave their bodies three flights out of the earth.  After that one needs sustenance and strong drink, so we hied ourselves across the street to the Back Bay Papparazzi on Dartmouth Street, my favorite of all the Papparazzis.   A half-bottle of wine, a salad, and entrees later, all was well with the world and we went across the street to the concert.                                    

I have really been into people watching lately, and  had two great couples yesterday, one young, one mddle aged.   The subway is always a united nations, and yesterday was no different.  The snow didn't begin here until almost eleven, and we were all snugly indoors.

Thisbe, the junior cat, was horrified his mornng.  Can't you do something about this?  I don't like it all all? Amazing how one's cats give one  omnipotence.    

The soggy cheese twists were nice and crisp after being baked, while still frozen, in a 400 degree oven for 12 minutes.  Yes!  I am planning a holiday buffet with a variety of foods that everyone can enjoy, at least 2/3 of everything.  Catering to picky eaters  is a cook's nightmare.  No cheese, no tomatoes, no meat, no mushrooms, no eggplant, no olives, no capers, no this, no that!   Bummer!    

Mois?  An omnivore.

Stay warm!                                                                                                                           

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