I have snow too, actually, as well as a few "throw together" recipes for those unplanned moments in the kitchen.
Only two days after the freezing, forgetfulness-filled--albeit fantastic--fricasseed frenzy, tragedy struck again.
Picture it. It's mid-week, and I finish up at work several hours later than usual. On my way home--a nippy twenty minute walk across town--I had dream up a dinner I could throw together in no time: grilled bleu cheese with onions and tomatoes, dunked into a piping hot bowl of roasted red pepper and tomato soup garnished with fresh basil, freshly ground black pepper, and a few chunks of bleu cheese. All I could think was, "Yum. Walk faster."
After what felt like an eternity of walking (15'F weather has that effect...), I made it home, psyched about preparing what would be a perfectly simple, yet incredibly satisfying and delicious, dinner.
Plan: proceed with normal evening routine.
1) Turn on heat
2) Take shower to mellow out before dinner
3) Prepare dinner
4) Enjoy dinner
Despite the seeming simplicity of my normal evening routine, I didn't even make it past step #1 "normally".
