As you may or may not have heard, we had ourselves a self-respecting blizzard here on Saturday.
And it was awesome.
Mistah and I were well and truly prepared with a house full of groceries, a rack full of wine and shelves full of good reads.
I woke up in the morning and started cooking -- I mean, after reading and looking out the window for a while -- because, well, that's what you do in a blizzard . . .
. . . you get out the crock pot and make chicken curry delight.
And without planning it or talking about it or preconceiving it, the friends all started sending photos of what they were cooking to eachother.
Let's face it. Winter snow photos are a dime a dozen . . .
. . . they're beautiful, yes. But friends' specific takes on blizzard cooking? Well, I cannot get enough of that particular magic . . .