Groundhog Day Blizzard

Good grief! Can't we have any kind of weather without weathermen making it seem life threatening and cataclysmic? The simple answer is no, we can't. How would that work in a 24 hour news cycle? Accuweather said the storm "could be unprecedented".
That's pretty good phrasing. It doesn't call it the biggest ever or the worst ever, but "unprecedented" implies something really big without actually telling a whopper.

The real weather story is being lost in all this hoopla. The groundhog is likely not to see his shadow. If he has any sense, he won't even come out of his hole. So, he is predicting there will be four more weeks of winter in stead of six. He has as good a chance at being right as the weatherman does that far out. Still, based on the rhythmical pattern of storms producing large amounts of snow and on the amount of time it will take all this to melt after the sun gets a little stronger, I am going to predict a late and short spring. I am not burdened by any data collection, computer models, etc. I am just looking out the window. If the weathermen looked out their window once in awhile instead of looking gravely into the cameras, I think their accuracy would improve quite a bit.

These storms have had some pretty cataclysmic results for sure. My weight has gone way up since cooking is a great way to pass the time while you sit in your rocker next to the wood stove. In addition, my hands are getting chapped from all the dishes we have been generating as a result of the cooking orgies. Yes, real men do dishes--especially if they know what's good for them.

During a storm the menu tends to be bit heavier in calories. Looking through the "Dieters Guide to Salads" just doesn't seem as much fun as looking through the cookie section of the "Amish Guide to Cooking with Whole Cream, Butter, Lard and Sugar." As a result, some of the food we create is not only bad for the waistline, your heart and your blood sugar, it is absolutely scrumptious. Somehow I manage to convince myself that I have developed the iron clad resolve to eat one or two cookies today and one or two daily until they are gone. So, we make big batches--no I mean BIG BATCHES of cookies.

Where I get the "iron clad resolve" notion is beyond me. There is certainly no historical precedence. I always cave. I think I must do this to see if I have developed any resolve. So far, nothing----none. I can't even reach in the cookie jar and pull out just one.

It is 7:00AM now and beginning to snow. It is just light enough I can see to read so I got to run. I want to get to the cookbooks before Kris gets the one I want.