They did! And they were right.
A little tiny bit of snow.
But that did not stop us from doing what we, as good New Englanders, do. We planned for a lot of snow.
And we hunkered down.
You know what that means, right? When it snows, you stay home and eat and drink to excess.
It's an excellent tradition, one we wholeheartedly embrace.
We started with luncheon on Saturday.
. . . why yes, I'd love some jalapeno . . .
. . . and spinach? That would be divine.
At least we thought so, until our one-tenth-of-a-mile-away-neighborfriends showed us what they were eating:
Pulled pork nachos.
Oh really? So this is how it's gonna be?
Game on, Rachel and Michelle.
Until . . .
Not to be outdone, though, we fearlessly hit the cold cuts again. And retired to the deck . . .
. . . complete with.
But then . . .
That's right: Rachel and Michelle countered with Sunday's edition of pulled pork nachos.
. . . walk a tenth of a mile and join our compatriots . . .