I’ve been crying with joy for an hour. Amused my neighbor, who came out to watch me taking endless video and pictures.
It’s so quiet I love how muffled sound becomes when it’s comin’ down like this. And it’s really coming down, y’all.
Also, it’s the anniversary of your “join” date. On Reddit, everyone will post “happy cake day!” for the event, so I shall do just that:
HAPPY CAKE DAY, WHEELIE!
Well, cool.
Thanks everybody!
Happy 
Snow day shoe 
!~~I love it in the same way and I’ve lived in snowy climes all my years. Brings out the wondrous kid in me.
I’ll wait until you have to shovel about 9" of wet stuff out of your driveway with a 30mph wind in your face and then come back and tell me about it…(and if I seem cynical, my apologies, ladies, but I lived in Northern Ohio for my first 27 years and have shoveled my share of driveways…
Sorry about that…press on.
This is why I never sold the Cherokee.
Howdy Y’all! Laundry got laundered and… wait for it… I finally mowed da yahd! Go Me. Yes I did it by myself. Told OYKW there was no need for both of us to get all sweaty and such, plus ‘tis a mild day so it weren’t bad. Now I am all showered and in goof off mode. Sup is bein’ made for me as a trade off. I can deal with that!
Wheelie happy doperversary!
shoe glad you are enjoyin’ the snow. However, better thee than me. Not a snow person. At all. Icky stuff.
Huh. I’ve apparently been here for 12 years today. I would have guessed closer to 20.
Just dropping in fro a minute. So far I have good days and bad days. trending upwards. I miss y’all.
I have lived at the 41st or greater latitude all my 70+ years, all of which I was responsible for shoveling sidewalks, driveways and eek!! Boston parking spots, I’ll see your 9 inches and raise you 20 inches. In my youth I have had to climb out of home windows because the door was snowed in and then approach the door from the outside and shovel it out. I both have a child wise joy and wonder of snow and the adult respect for it’s challenges and dangers. They can coexist, in fact snow is easier to weather if you can both see the wonder and pay it it’s respect.
So glad to see you. Hope your mending and healing continues apace. I’m scheduled for a doctor’s appt in early January in Papillion, maybe we can both look forward to a masked, distanced (somehow in Nebraska in the winter), outdoors but sheltered get together.
Wound up taking the whole day off between bus woes and not feeling so good. Planning to fold early so I can survive tomorrow.
So they asked if I wanted to help with the overnight sort, and I said yes. Because the only thing better than 5 hours slinging boxes in an open warehouse is 10. 
Happy Cake Day!
shoe, enjoy the snow. I guess.(around here snow and ice means I work 15 hour days till everything melts. it’s kills the wonder of frozen water.)
Safe travels, silenus! and happy Thanksgiving!
Also, this is how serious people around here take their Honey Baked Hams:
I used to go to a hair salon that was next door to a Honey-Baked Ham Store. Getting my hair done the day before a holiday always meant crashing through the line of people “hell bent for pork.” Reminds me of years ago when I went to work for the local Symphony while the orchestra was on strike. The first six weeks of my job I crossed the picket line every morning. Good times.
After I make escargots tonight, we will be down to one can. I see in my order history that I ordered six cans last December. I’ve ordered six more. I’ll use the remaining can for Christmas dinner, and then we’ll have the new ones to (probably) last through 2021.
I didn’t know you could buy canned escargot. Sounds like something of which I would be wary.
How do you prepare them?
Open back door, pitch the open can as far as possible into the back yard and slam the door decisively shut. Lock it. Check your work.
They used to carry Maitre Jacques at one or both of the local supermarkets, but they stopped carrying them over a year ago. My impression is that the Roland brand are bigger, and we’ve decided we like them better.
Prep? Let’s see…
Pre-heat the oven to 350ºF.
Rinse the snails in cold water. Put them into a bowl and fill with cold water. Let them sit five or 10 minutes to get rid of the ‘canned’ taste. I let them sit for as long as it takes me to do the other stuff.
Wash and de-stem 12 mushrooms; not too big, as you want them to fit into your escargots dish.
Melt six tablespoons of butter in a saucepan with a buncha minced garlic. Pat the snails dry with paper towels. Sauté the snails and mushroom caps until the mushroom caps are tender; about 5 minutes or so.
Whisk together ⅓ cup heavy cream, ⅓ cup white wine, 1 tablespoon four, tarragon, and a pinch of black pepper. We like tarragon, so I put probably a teaspoon in. That’s four times as much as I remember having been called for, but that’s how we like it. Pour the mixture into the saucepan and simmer until it thickens.
Put the 12-hole escargots dish onto a baking sheet. Put one mushroom, bottom up, in each hole. Put one snail on top of each mushroom. Pour the sauce over the top. Sprinkle with freshly-grated Parmesan cheese (again, we like a lot) and put the escargots into the oven for 10-15 minutes, until the cheese is golden brown.
If you don’t have an escargots dish, you can use a small (8x8) baking dish.
Clearly you and Mrs. @Johnny_L.A are a culinary match made in heaven.
I needed to get a birthday card plus realized if I’m going to have mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving, some potatoes to mash would be handy, so I walked to the store this morning. Glad I went then, before I realized how exhausted I am from yesterday. Plus it is POURING rain now. I was going to go to the P.O., but I’m too tired and cold and wussy.
Eye appointment went fine. If I hear “complicated case” one more time, I might scream. Anyway, all’s well. One eye always has higher pressure than the other, even with two kinds of glaucoma drops; he said surgery would help that, but of course, nobody wants to do surgery on me now, and the feeling is mutual.
I have to wrassle my shower curtain rod back up. This place did not come with those, believe it or not, so I have tension rod. Gradually it loosens just enough to crash down, and today was the day.
OK, people, explain why others are so nuts about Honey Baked Hams. There’s a shop not too far from me with perpetual lines this time of year, and I don’t get it. They’re hams. They’re glazed in honey, I assume. Why are they any better than supermarket hams?
Hippie. So glad to see your virtual mug back here. We miss you, too!
flyboy, hope the birthday dinner is superb. I’m thinking of buying a snail ranch. I imagine stampedes would be pretty easily handled.
shoe, agreed snow is beautiful. Is it deep enough there to make snow angels in yet? We seldom get much snow here, and I miss it–not driving in it or shoveling it, but watching it and playing in it.
Happy Wheelzaversary! I think the cake icon means you were supposed to bring cake for everybody. 
Swampy, hope the tacos were yum.
You’d think; but live snails can be slippery little beasties.