Hunkering

So they told us there would be snow.

They did! And they were right.

We got snow.

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.

Cold cuts?

Oh, I think so.

And yes, Mistah would like another piece of Swiss, thankyouverymulch.

Me?  I went for the turkey-and-avocado wrap . . .

. . . why yes, I'd love some jalapeno . . . 

. . . and spinach? That would be divine.

Look how proud Schleckie is of his sand -- nay -- MAN-wich . . .

. . . and with good reason.

His luncheon . . .

. . . my luncheon . . .

. . . a snow storm . . .

. . . and UConn beating its old rival Georgetown?

Perfection.

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.

We've got mushrooms . . .

. . . and gahlic . . .

. . . and assorted cheesy delight . . .

. . . and one mad, devoted Mistah in the kitchen . . .

. . . and voila. . .

We've got Mistah's pasta / shroom / scallop / mushroom / rabe extravaganza.

Winning.

Until . . .

Rachel and Michelle's post-shoveling breakfast on Sunday morning.

Complete with.

Sigh.

Not to be outdone, though, we fearlessly hit the cold cuts again. And retired to the deck . . .

. . . the deck! On January 24th!

. . . complete with.

But then . . .

That's right: Rachel and Michelle countered with Sunday's edition of pulled pork nachos.

We realized we were fighting a losing battle and there was only one thing to do . . .

. . . walk a tenth of a mile and join our compatriots . . .

. . . and Hunker Down, neighborfriend-style.