It is snowing here in Maine, again, and I am bored.
So bored that I have been cooking since noon when I got home. So bored (as my husband pointed out) that I made my own Italian seasoning. I told him that I had to, because I wanted to try a new meatball recipe and it called for Italian seasoning, and we didn’t have any. He took this instead as a sign of boredom. I think that happened when I pulled out the spice grinder.
You have probably gathered by now, that when I am bored (or shut in by an impossibly long winter) I cook. While it may not be good for my waistline, I maintain that it is good for my soul.
Here are some of the treats that I have made so far:
I am going to have to move away from the kitchen if I am ever going to be able to keep fitting into my clothes. If it keeps looking like this out, though
So, that damn Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, as most of us know, and we have been in the throes of a long and frigid winter. For one amazing Saturday we were teased by mid-40 degree sunshine, only to have it ripped away from us. This Saturday our thermometer registered -5 degrees (and that was in the sun).
Today is March 2nd and we decided that enough was enough, shadow or no shadow — today we would tap our maple trees. It is a rite of Spring. We put holes in five of the trees on our front lawn which usually (depending on the year) provides sap to make enough syrup to last throughout the year. I have to admit, Xandy usually taps the trees, but this year I thought it would be a fun family activity so I invited myself along.
A photographer from the local paper stopped in the dooryard just as we were finishing up and had us pose for some photos.
“I’d rather take pictures of people doing this than shoveling snow,” he said. We nodded with the understanding of just how God-awful this winter has been.
As the photographer drove away, Xandy had an idea.
“You know I have always wanted to tap the telephone pole. Wouldn’t that be hilarious? People would drive by and wonder what the hell we were doing.”
Thankfully, we don’t have any more tubing, or that photographer would have had another pic for the paper. I shook my head walked towards the barn as Xandy and Kitt went off to “feed things.”