FELLOW FEELINGS FOR THE FROZEN

If you fry the chopped meatballs with oily chilipaste and add plenty of hot sauce for the gravy, that meatball sandwich is a balanced meal; there's plenty of vegetable in it. Heck, it's good for you. Sound nutrition is very important. I also added some chopped ginger.

In solidarity with my fellow American's in the snow belt (everything from Reno to Greenland), I ate what I had, rather than putting on my parka and mukluks for the long trek to the corner store for a box of microwave pizza.

My friend Mordechai, a New Yorker living in New Jersey, had a meal so good it made him openly weep. Here's a partial quote: Butternut Squash Carpaccio, Dubai shake, lemonana, mushroom ravioli, linguini pomodoro, tiramisu. He probably had a triple espresso after all that, because he's a major coffee head.


It was low twenties during the day where he lives. We had low sixties.
We ponced around wearing our brilliant beachwear.
And sang happy songs.

There are upsides to not living in New Jersey.

Still, I'm slightly jealous.

He went out for lunch, obviously quite uncaring about snowmageddon.

In some parts of the country the snowpocalypse has brought normal life to a standstill. There's ice on the breakfast grits, ohmahgerd! the pipes are frozen, the minnesota hotdish is solid, I can't find my car, there's a mailcarrier's frozen corpse on the lawn, the shelves at the liquour store are entirely bare, they've boarded up the piggly wiggly, we're going to starve.
Not in New Jersey. They're used to a bit of cold. They'll simply wear undergarments.

And did I already mention the balmy low sixties in the Bay Area?

Such colourful beach clothing, festive!



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