I can’t do another snow day. It’s not that the kids are making me crazy (they do that even when it’s not a snow day). It’s not that there’s snow to be shoveled (Adam actually took care of all the snow himself this morning, with the help of a neighbor’s snowblower). It’s not that I’m tired of the snow (I’m looking forward to some good snowshoeing this weekend).
It’s that all this snow is making me fat. Because there’s nothing like a snow day to make you want to cozy up to a warm oven or stove. So now that we’re on our fourth snow day in three weeks (three weeks that also included one early release day and one MLK day), I’m desperate to cook but my waistline can’t take any more. What have I made in those three days? Well:
- Bread. Oh so much bread! Both “artisan” and hallah, multiple loaves of each
Cherry chocolate-chip cookies
Whoopie pies (when I asked Doodles if they were as good as the ones from Wilson Farm, he looked at it, looked at me, and looked at it again and said, “This isn’t from Wilson Farm???” That’s success!)
Candied orange peel
Chocolate-covered candied orange peel
Marshmallows. Lots and lots and lots of marshmallows
Onion Soup
Peanut-butter chocolate-chip cookies
We need sunshine. Fast. Before I start baking/cooking again!
