my joy was returned to me yesterday about 4:30. it started SNOWING! snowing! in Columbia! and then, the unthinkable happened - it KEPT snowing. and then I watched the snow start sticking to trees! and then to cars! and then to city pavement! there is something so sweet about watching snow fall through a window. you can only imagine what it might feel like, taste like, how cold it might be, and you get to be just above the ground and see it in action. it's the perfect bird's eye view. but then you do all of those things you imagined, touch it taste it play in it, and it is everything you wanted it to be and you can't even express it.
so I opted to delay playing or traveling for awhile to huddle up in my cozy little apartment. I flipped through recipe books and landed on homemade pizza to make - Austin and Megan went off to a movie, Andrew was working, Lydia and Carley are gone for the weekend - the perfect occasion for solitude, scavenging for toppings and looking out a snowy window while rolling out dough.
about 8:00 I realized I did not, in fact, have all of the ingredients I needed. I was missing a crucial ingredient for pizza, beer. that's right, I decided to go to the grocery store. about 4 inches of snow had already accumulated on my car - after 10 minutes of improvising I finally got my car cleared off and headed for the grocery (let me just say, I love Stick Shifts), picked up some Guinness, PBR and chocolate (duh), and headed back home to be welcomed by my friends, finish off the pizza process, and settle in to a cozy, warm, cold, playful, wet, exhilarating, rare night in the snow.
and then this morning i (accidentally) rose at 6:45, went outside to take pictures with my Canon (coming soon), and made buttermilk biscuits with maple syrup!
Tonight I am looking forward to a St. Valentines Massacre party with some friends - attire is 1920s/gangster. I am going for a cross between these 1920s beauties:
well that has absolutely nothing to do with food, so adieu.
