Depending on where you live in New England, you got either a big hype about “many, many inches of snow” or a load of actual snow last weekend. We got snow, but it wasn’t the hassle I was anticipating. I was really looking for an excuse to avoid the shower. I was disappointed when I woke up Saturday morning and could open the front door. And it took only about 20 minutes to shovel out the car. I was hoping to have to hunker down in my jammies all day. So was Joel.
He decided to get up and get out of the house and make a run to his favorite cheese shop in Wellesley, Massachusetts — Wasik’s — and then pretend that we were snowbound. His son Jacob made fondue (he’s such a cool kid — he really will eat just about anything and loves to cook). Amy made mulled cider.
There was prosciutto (Canadian and Italian). Great cheese. Fruit. Bread. Honey. A biodynamically grown Gruner Veltliner wine. A roaring fireplace. I didn’t do a thing except eat, pontificate, and plan food trips to exotic places like Thailand and Patagonia. I didn’t get to stay in my pajamas, but it was still a very good day.
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