Before we had all the excitement of the Superbowl, we had all the excitement of the blizzard – about a foot and a half of snow that fell on the night of February 1, with high winds and drifting. It was a Tuesday, and we knew pretty much everything was going to be closed on Wednesday before we went to bed, so we could hibernate and then just get up and shovel whenever. It took me about an hour and a half to hack a path from the back door to the front door, and clear a little of the front steps. I decided it was time to go in and make breakfast. Mark stayed out to shovel a little more, and it became the miracle of the men and the machines – the neighbors came over with snow blowers and did all the hard parts. We had perfect softboiled eggs, toast and fried potatoes for breakfast, by the way.
Drifted in backyard - those swoopy things on the far side are snow-covered cars
I had a dinner on Thursday – people were all dug out and back to work by then – and the prettiest dish was the Mexican Chocolate Pie (I made 1 1/2 the recipe in a rectangular pan).
Mexican Chocolate Pie
