We’re holing up.
Waiting for the predicted snow.
Not quite a burrow but definitely staying close to home.
It’s probably going to impact Thanksgiving travel plans for many in this neck of the woods.
I’m avoiding all stores with crowds- as everyone rushes to get milk and the last roll of T.P.
There’s urgent hype on the car radio as I drove home from school and I hear from a friend that reports on TV are insistent.
So I went to the Bryant Street Market to get a pound of coffee beans and spied Donatelli’s Mushroom Ravioli in the freezer.
Came home and baked the dozen in some vodka sauce from the pantry (don’t ask) for 45 minutes and pretty soon there was a meal worthy of a winter night that feels like February instead of November.
In the dining room. What made the meal though?
The grater was in service again tonight. This time for the Parmigiano- Reggiano cheese. Steve added the beer and we had spinach salad. The candles made it seem warmer.
