I admit it, I’m sick of the cold. I’m tired of the tiny red number on my cell phone mocking me with the temperature and weather advisory associated with it. I’m tired of worrying that I’ve gotten exposure from not being bundled to the max on a quick jaunt outside. I’m really tired of having to rescue poor Danny who rushes outside jubilantly and then suddenly freezes up, unable to take a step when he realizes how cold the pavement is.
What I needed was a symbol. Something to focus on that would send me the reminder that I am a hardy Minnesotan. While this has been the coldest winter I’ve known, it would not get the best of me. It will become the winter of legends and I will be the victor. But what could that symbol be?
As my car slid into yet another intersection, I saw it out of the corner of my eye. The subtle statement of the snow dweller, the gesture that we can all identify with:
Yes, the shovel jammed triumphantly in the snow bank after the snow removal. Anyone who has shoveled a walk knows the satisfaction of jamming that shovel in a snowbank when complete. As I crept down icy streets, I started to see more and more of them, a symbol of our solidarity as we pushed through the seemingly endless weeks of wind chills and subzero temperatures. We would see the end of this, we would be the victors – we were Minnesotans, hear us roar!
Now. I would be lying if I didn’t tell you the dismay I felt when I got home to find my own snow shovel laying on the sidewalk, blown out of the snowbank I myself had jammed it into. I stood staring, it laid at my feet… but then the cold wind started creeping through my mittens, icy snow bits blew in my face and I knew what I had to do. Chin up and shoulders back, I picked that shovel up and jammed it right back into the snowbank.
Sometimes when you can’t be there in person for a friend, it helps to send a proxy. If only there was a box that I could fit in.
** For all of you knitters out there, this pattern is “Dot” from The Big Book of Knitted Monsters: Mischievous, Lovable Toys by Rebecca Danger.
With roads still bad after our recent storm, Saturday was spent at home. I played with the camera and experimented with still life:
I loved the curve of the leaves:
Then I noticed the light on Cleo who was sunny herself:
We walked to Town Hall Lanes for a quick dinner. The Husband loves Chips ‘n Guac:
We were having such a good time, all of a sudden I realized I’d forgotten something:
The Husband wanted pancakes Sunday. There was not a piece of fresh fruit on hand (which is how I eat my pancakes), so I figured the responsible thing to do would be use the homemade Nutella, I wouldn’t want it to go to waste. Then I remembered the fresh strawberry syrup that was in the freezer. It was the most decadent of breakfasts for a cold, lazy Sunday morning:
I sugar buzzed through our errands and before I knew it, we had to leave for our first North Coast Nosh at The American Swedish in Minneapolis. The Institute wowed me over the holidays when The Best-Good Friend and I went to their winter festival. North Coast Nosh was very different, the attendance was high which made noshing a bit difficult.
I loved all of the beverage samples that I had. The Golden Fig had a wonderful pink ginger-lemonade beverage that I have to go buy. And Verdant Tea is going to be my next stop for tea. The TeaSource was there and their Chai and Genmaicha are both far better than mine, even though I’m using their tea.
Here were some of the foods we sampled before The Nosh was too crowded even for pictures:
Our North Coast Nosh sampling glasses. The Husband’s had Indeed beer in it.
This delicious cone of Izzy’s Ice Cream made me feel like a giant.
Strange vegetarian appetizer. I preferred the Aquavit beverage.
Peace Coffee is launching their new season, The Pollinator. The table had the aromas to smell that are present in the new coffee.
The Husband liked the Trout Mousse Crostini
Cocoa & Fig had delicious pistachio and salted caramel macaroons.