Even in Chicago in the winter of 1979, we could get to the backyard. I have no desire to wade through waist deep snow. What if I get stuck? How embarrassing would that be?
The post-Christmas snow caterpillar has morphed into the sinister shape. The cats have a hard time bird watching, because the birds are way up on the snow and the cats are down on the living room floor. The orange cat has been inconsolable the past few days. Does he, too, have cabin fever? He likes to sleep by the hot air vents in the kitchen and the bathroom. He sleeps on top of me whenever he gets a chance.
I-tunes is playing a Latin version of Volare. The first time I heard this song I was playing water frisbee in a swimming pool in Aurora, Colorado with a guy named Tim. A million years ago.
I am making a recipe from Gourmet for dinner, a diet chicken pot pie. Ye gods, the ingredients list! And I think I didn't get the sauce thick enough. Instead of crust it has mashed potatoes (with low-fat sour cream) on top. Sounds pretty good. Definitely from scratch. We're going to have some white chili next week. In this weather it is temping to make comfort food with loads of calories. Discipline. Discipline. Yup.
|A long ago Thanksgiving in Puerto Vallarta at Daquiri Dicks|
This business in Egypt, Tunisia, Algeria, and even Yemen is so interesting. Who would have thunk it? I watch a lot of TV and read three daily papers, dinosauress that I am. Astonished to find two women who have never heard of the "Tiger Mother." Astonished that people can go thru $160,000 for a college education and not learn anything. Astonished by how high the freaking snow is.
I will never cease being astonished. Astonished that my book is selling. It has a good description of the Boston Public Garden and Fanieul Hall in winter. Normally, I write summer books. Now I know why.
I long for Southern Climes? Puerto Vallarta anyone?