I guess it’s a little inaccurate to say it’s still snowing, but that’s what it looked like earlier this morning and there’s about half a foot of soft, powdery snow on the ground. K is not at work — he’s been out of town at a family reunion and his flight got pushed back until tomorrow because of the snow — which is a shame because I’m one of only 3 people here and this is perfect snowball snow.
Maybe it’ll stick around for a snowball fight.
I was at Wegman’s in Fairfax this weekend with a friend on a normal grocery trip — neither of us pay attention to the weather — when she got yelled at by a crazy woman who had to (*gasp!* *swoon*!) walk around her to get to something in the meat cases. Her rudeness was shocking, as was how busy it was; a nice older lady informed us, in line, that it was because it was going to snow and people were SCAAAAARED like they always are down here in DC because they are pansies who apparently cannot deal with snow even though we used to get blizzards in march on, like, a regular basis. I lived through 4 of them. Grow up, peeps.
I found myself stocking up on vegetables because I haven’t had fresh vegetables in weeks and I need vitamins, people, vitamins! I scoffed at the idea of snow — it never snows down here, not like it used at least, and people go so crazy over half an inch that I stopped heading the weatherman’s warnings a long time ago. I made myself delicious lamb chops (purchased months ago at the Dupont Farmer’s Market and kept safely in my freezer) with asparagus (not in season, but delicious: SUE ME) last night, all broiled and roasted and fatty delicious. I went to bed to freezing rain.
Woke up to 6 inches of snow. Ooops.
Actually, all of this reminds me a lot of college. I did my four undergraduate years up in Boston, at a fantastic institution outside the city which I will not name because at the moment I am, weirdly, still trying to keep some anonymity while blogging about the ins and outs of what I eat and think about food. I should probably get over that. Either way, it snows up there. A lot. Like, three or four feet at a time. On a regular basis. And you know what’s funny? They don’t cancel school up there for anything. And if they do, they do it mid-day so that you’re already on campus and walking up the deadly-in-perfectly-dry-weather-and-so-steep-you-may-as-well-climb-Everest Rabb steps for the 12th time that day in 2 1/2 feet of slippery, icy snow when someone tells you that classes are cancelled, school is closed, the BranVan isn’t running and HAVE FUN WALKING HOME.
THANKS, MASSACHUSETTS.
But days like today are easy, and they always make me think about what I was doing up in Boston on those snow days. (One time, during a Nor’Easter, I had to move my car from the street to keep it from getting plowed it, and there was already 3 feet of snow on the ground, I got stuck, and my roommates wouldn’t help me — AND I HAD PNEUMONIA. FOR REAL PNEUMONIA. GOT BACK TO SCHOOL A WEEK AND A HALF LATE BECAUSE OF IT PNEUMONIA. That doesn’t have anything to do with food, but I’m still kind of pissed about that. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, FORMER ROOMMATES??? I HAD PNEUMONIA!!!)
I mean, I know what I was doing. I was watching TV, most likely Lost or ER, and smoking a fatty, and thinking about food. But I can’t for the life of me (perhaps this has something to do with the fatty..) remember what it was that we cooked. The best I can come up with is pasta, of some sort, or maybe Campbell’s Chunky Clam Chowder (AKA the best clam chowder you can buy in a can), or tuna melts? The hell?
And all of this begs the question: what do I make for dinner tonight? It’d be a good night for something warm and creamy and soothing. I think I have some skirt steak in the freezer and spinach in the fridge; maybe broiled skirt steak marinated in oil and garlic, with creamed spinach? I have some heavy cream, and if that’s not enough I have half and half as well. Maybe with a handful of roasted potatoes?
Ideas, ideas — I welcome them!
