Another amazing storm of white fluffy snow! A fantastic day to go bipolar! I am thankful that I have gone from crawling the walls to contentment.
I dove into and was buried by the snow on our deck. It felt like I was momentarily smothering, then just cold and funny. It would be wonderful if death was like that!
It is a great day for making a pot of soup. In the larder were some wrinkly spuds, some onions, some garlic. Found one hot Italian sausage in the fridge. A couple of cans of Campbell’s Chunky left here by one of Emily’s friends. Carrots, celery, stock, peas, green beans, and a canned bean medley.
One of the Chunky soups was sausage gumbo, so I spiced it cajun’ style with some chili powder, black pepper, and smoked paprika.
Just borl the shit out of ‘er, Doug.
I also found three neglected rutabagas, each smaller than a tennis ball, and cut these into ‘turnip’ fries. Yum! Especially with malt vinegar and ketchup!
I hope to go out shovelling later.
I am thankful for this feeling of bemused contentment.