I know, I know. This image looks familiar. You’re tired of seeing snow on my blahg. I’m tired of seeing snow out my window. It just doesn’t stop. I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore! And this is coming from a dyed-in-the-wet-wool-socks snow lover.
If I were a kid again and my father were shoveling the walk and snow-blowing the driveway while I stood in the doorway, a cup of hot chocolate warming my hands, instructing him in the proper method of snow removal, everything would be fine.
But now it’s me who has to clean that son-of-a-bitch-ing walkway, knock snow off the huge yew bushes with a too-short broom. And worst of all, carry bags of seeping, malodorous trash over snowbanks at least as tall as me–not very successfully, I might add. (You try getting the stains and stenches of soured milk, rendered duck fat, and a moldering chicken from the back of the fridge out of your only winter jacket, and then look me in the eye and say, “But it’s so pretty outside, David.”)
I don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s pretty and cozy and safe. My detestation of manual labor and laundering has far outstripped my love of the white stuff.
I never thought I’d say this, but I want heat. I want sticky sweat on the back of my neck. I want long–long as in vernal-equinox-long–days. Hell, I’d even cut the grass with the push lawnmower if it meant I didn’t have to go through another winter like this.
Of course, the biggest joke is that I’m trapped in this house and I can’t even make some of those incredible snowbound dishes like Blizzard Beef, Roast Pork in Milk, or Roast Chicken with Pancetta and Olives. No, Brilliant Me didn’t go shopping to prepare for the storm, because as of bedtime last night, nary a snowflake had fallen. So instead I’m stuck with Lean Cuisines, ancient frozen skinless chicken breasts, and a few boxes of pasta from Eataly–and no sauce. (Note to self: Tell The One what a genius idea it was to clean out the pantry, fridge, and freezer before we went away to Charleston for a long weekend.)
Oh, go ahead, ignore me. It’s fine. I’ll just sit here in the dark and bitch. Oh yeah, didn’t I mention the power went out again? At least I have Devil Cat to keep me warm.
All winter I have been wanting to curse my cousin who lives in Georgia and gets all excited every time there is snow forecast for NYC, where I live. Today I just sent him a link to you blog. I am sick of winter, sick, I tell you.
Judith, and did he answer with some terribly Southern, terribly pithy reply? And NYC in a snowstorm is the worst. Well, AFTER the snow storm. It’s white for a millisecond.
Hopefully the last of our snow from the past two weeks will finish melting this weekend. I too am Sooooo sick of it. Now they’re going to mess with my body clock with the stupid daylight savings time. Time for us to revolt & put an end to this craziness!
I don’t know why, Dorothy, but I never think of Kansas as a snowy place. Tornados, yes, snow, no. And as far as DST, I hope you stayed in bed an extra hour….
Luckily “tornado alley” has moved south & we have far fewer twisters than years ago. We got 20+” of snow in a week this year. I had no problem paying for hunky guys to shovel me out – twice! It’s going to be 60 on Saturday. In KS we say “if you don’t like the weather, wait a day and it will change.”
Weird, we say the same thing about CT weather.
That older can of beans + broth + a carrot + a potato + chicken + pasta = soup. Just run back out into the yucky snow and throw a cast iron pot on the grill with those ingredients, shut the cover and set the timer. That is if your grill runs on gas and isn’t empty. Pantry dinner! ;0
That’s a great idea, but there is no broth, no carrot, and no potato. The grill is propane, and the tanks were brought to the store in the fall. Yes, I’m in that proverbial creek without that proverbial paddle.
Oh my! How about bean dip? Anything to dip – packaged crackers stuffed in a drawer from carry out? ;0
I was thinking about whizzing the beans, a little bit of garlic, and some dried oregano and eating it with a spoon.
Well, I’m almost embarrassed to say that despite today’s welcome 50 degree weather, a fully stocked pantry and fridge and absolutely no excuse NOT to cook, that we had take-out Chili from Wendy’s….. But ‘m saving the included saltine crackers for the next snow storm. ;0
I forgive you.