The older of my nieces married a few years back in Florida, in February, and many of the immediate family trouped southeast for the event. The night before the morning nuptials a cold front began to move into the area. Newscasters zipped into puffy parkas - with hoods - warned of safety for small animals and the homeless and the need for bundling.
It was forecasted to drop into the 40’s.
Us of hearty Colorado stock merely laughed. “Cold?! You don’t know for cold!” we chuckled and removed another layer. After the non-stop chatter and raising of the arctic terror alert to "Blue Balls", I half expected the Abominable Snowman from “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer” to pull up on a jet ski.
My black kitten heels were off minutes after the ceremony, as was the soft pink pashmina wrap, and I walked barefoot through nude fishnets most of the next day. We gathered on the beach after.
A front is expected to blow through Colorado and Denver proper today. Often in the Rocky Mountain region, when The Weather Channel calls for snow it may simply wallop high up in the hills. But this storm is setting up like a Jell-O shot, ready to unload almost a foot or more in the city. Best get to the market for bread and milk; how come when plight is bearing down everyone shops for bread and milk? What the hell are they making? You need eggs and Mrs. Butterworth’s for French toast.
Killer, Mrs. Butterworth’s shows up in spell check.
I hope for a frosty white pile up in double-digit inches. I’m in the mood for snow and a load of it, although I have little good comfort food on hand to prepare. Snow days are days for meaty chili you scoop up from the bowl with tortilla chips or pot roast sprinkled with Lipton’s Onion Soup Mix and cooked all day in the crock pot, homey smells wafting for hours. Sadly I eat none of that anymore.
I have bread. Whole wheat. I could make toast.