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?