Brrr and double brrr. It’s a white world outside, just enough snow to cover things and a few lazy flakes still drifting down. Temperature? Well, it’s shivering somewhere around thirteen degrees and I feel like I’m in an icebox. The thermometer sank two degrees in about three minutes last night.
However, the biting cold didn’t keep us from enjoying our annual black-eyed peas at my children’s house. The peas, courtesy of my daughter-in-law and cornbread, courtesy of my granddaughter. Warm conversation with family will brighten any winter night.
Nemo seems unfazed by the snow. He grabbed his daily milkbone and, holding it in his mouth rather like a cigar, he asked to go outside and bury it. Did he find enough leaves to scrape over it?
So, this morning, it’s a perfect time to put some chicken chili in the crockpot, whip up some black-bottom cupcakes and add cornbread to the menu. The weather person isn’t predicting temperatures above freezing all day!
Yesterday, feeling the need to fill the house with good smells, I baked mincemeat pinwheels and butter cookies. The pinwheels tasted fine except the mincemeat stuck to the muffin tins and was a challenge to scrub off.
Birds and squirrels in my back yard are grateful for the black sunflower seeds. Can’t forget to feed them when food supplies are gone or covered in ice and snow. So, that’s the beginning of the first Sunday of a new year here at my house. Wherever you are, I hope your house is filled with warmth and love and a delicious fragrance or two drifting in from the kitchen.
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