Crazy Weather Continues

First it was the rain. We expected that. Then the mud­slides that turned the water brown. OK, we’ve had bad tap water before in Cam­bridge. But one thing we thought we’d left behind in New Eng­land was snow. Lots of it. Big, fluffy, wet flakes that are sticking.

Pam really had her heart set on the Cul­ture Crawl, but I’m sure that the orga­niz­ers of the event (which is essen­tially walk­ing through a neigh­bor­hood where a lot of artists and crafts­peo­ple live and work, and whose stu­dios are open) are won­der­ing why it always takes place dur­ing the worst sin­gle patch of weather of the year.

No mat­ter, we are home and warm, with plans to cook a Pheas­ant tonight. Pam spied one at the mar­ket the other day and decided that a plump game bird was just the ticket for a cold Novem­ber night. Don’t know if we are going to serve it ‘under glass’, but I think some other del­i­ca­cies are in order. Let’s see: Chest­nuts, wild rice, per­haps some more exotic green vegetables?