So with a kid to entertain, and after making a couple of snowmen (one had a homegrown carrot nose and a wine funnel for a hat) we retreated inside for lunch. I had made some saffron-pimentón pasta dough in the morning, figuring a hearty and labor-intensive meal was in order, so we rolled it out into fettucine. I steamed a couple of snow crab legs in sake, then cut them open and pulled all the meat out. I reduced the sake, added a pat of butter, a sprig of thyme, and some peas, then tossed in the just-cooked noodles. A few twists of pepper and a pinch of crunchy salt, and we were in business. A glass of wine would have been nice, but might have resulted in a painful postprandial face-plant. I've got no idea what to make for dinner. Soup, in all likelihood.
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I miss snow days. They were very rare in Rochester, where we scoffed at any but a full-blown blizzard, but the rare ones were wonderful.
Whoawhoawhoa...so that was LUNCH? Ridiculous. Beautiful, but ridiculous.
Yeah, but now it's all frozen solid and icy and it's 10 degrees out and the thrill is very much gone.
Wait... is that a cow, or like a sheep with mumps?
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