I woke up this morning in a snow globe. Fat, fluffy flakes frolicked and I was charmed...until I remembered I hadn't been grocery shopping since I returned from my three-day weekend. (Cue bread, eggs, and milk meme.)
I'll take snow over ice any day. Even though I have frozen foods, produce, and some pantry items, I don't have non-gas-non-electricity-required-to-prepare foods. I just don't like keeping a bunch of food in my house--looking at you sea salt pita chips.
Power in Dallas is funny. In December, we had inches of ice. I didn't lose power once. But a half an inch of snow today and look out--we could be without it for days.
So off to Whole Foods I went. During rush hour. And school zones. Though I've been home and warm(ish) for an hour, I am still a little woozy. I'm happy to be a hermit in chez moi until it's 65° on Saturday.
Call the Sexy Police! I'm wearing fleece-lined pants over my favorite pink thermal bottoms AND a thermal under a sweater. And a sparkly chunky scarf. And fingerless gloves (ah, che gelida manina!).
And if the sexy police do arrive, I can feed them sea salt pita chips and the most beautiful provolone and rosemary-lemon turkey on sourdough. An unwashed woman who makes a mean sandwich is always sexy.
***Geriatrically-early dinner update: (4ish) I am out of butter. (How can that be?!) Oilive oil saved my sandwich and it came out of the press sizzling and melty--and the real crime here was how fast it was consumed.