Well like everyone north of Oklahoma, and east of Mexico. Did that confuse you? It was of course a Guflstream that tuned from rain into snow when it hit us. The Gulf being east of Mexico, makes sense to me. Then again I am maybe a little different in my thought processes. We got some snow. It was only some snow, as this hole in the clouds stayed over us for 4 hours like a magic eye. This means we only got 6 to 8 inches in the area I live in. Still since it came down hard just before the morning commute they canceled school. Two days off for different weather in the same week. Welcome to north of the Mason-Dixon line. I am sure it snowed, and all that south of it, but our first day off this week was when it changed from 50 degrees and rain to 11 degrees and froze the fuck over in 6 hours overnight. I am pretty sure places like Nashville did not find it that cold early in the week. Still I am glad we did not receive the foot plus of powdery goodness that was possible.
I love the snow, but shoveling it is another matter. I have learned to shovel a good chunk of the street in the front of the driveway. It makes the snow berm tossed up by the plow a day or two later easier to deal with. My four wheel drive pickup handles the hump quite well, but my wifes little Escort has issues when it gets a foot or so tall. I do make the boy shovel as much as possible. It is good for him, and keeps me from wrecking my shoulder, and knee any more then they already are. My back is decent. It can twinge me a little here and there, but the aforementioned joints are not happy things. No running or swimming anymore, which is a sad thing. What to do on snowy days? Well bake of course. Yesterday was Peanut Butter Cup cookies, and they taste real close to those evilly addictive Reese's Cups. I know this because my wife had bought a king size pack for the 3 of us to share, and I said hmm i can taste and match. Boy are they yummy. Today I was looking at having to run out and buy bread, or ask my wife to pick up some on her way back from work. With the fun weather, she has been working overtime. Bad weather causes power lines to go down, or idiots spin out on the roads and crash into the poles taking the lines down that way. I decided since I have yeast, just to bake bread instead. I wanted to get closer to her dead grandmothers taste, and sat down and thought out what she may have used, and how she made it. My wife actually liked this recipe, and while it was a little more work by hand, if it makes her happy, it makes me happy. i didn't use the mixer at all, just a wooden spoon to get the flour wet then mixed it, and kneaded it all by hand, until I got the magic change in how the dough felt. I baked two, and one of them was half gone by the time it was 5 minutes out of the oven. I was nice, and split the heel up for everyone, instead of taking the bakers reward. I was then made to slice more off, because well it was hot, and fresh, and yummy. We killed a half stick of butter as well. Real butter too. I refuse to have margarine in my house. I will use oil or lard instead if I have too, but no margarine. It is a tool of Evil, and I know Evil. I am Evil, and I know not to use it.