Yes, in the winter we had to wear sweaters, hats, coats, gloves, boots, scarves et al but we didn’t really have to go anywhere, except to play in the snow.
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As an adult, you have to go somewhere. The dog is wearing a winter coat and weather-proof paws (not exactly but that’s another story), and I have to put on a down coat and rain windbreaker and hat and gloves and boots before taking her out before it even gets light in the morning. It snowed last night. Yesterday ducks were flurrying all over, I’d like to think they were packing their bags and going south for a long winter.
We’re here with snow and slush and perhaps temperatures in the 50’s later in the week. It’s time to bring out the snow tires. Da da da (foreshadowing music). That means soups. Stews. Pasta with a rich meaty sauce. I may even learn duck ragu with pappardelle.
When I perfect ricotta ravioli with brown butter and sage, I can trust that you won’t tell Luca, from one of my favorite restaurants in Florence. But the boots, the dog towel as “mud room” and all the layers of coats and hats and gloves are confusing at best. Trying. As in they try my patience. Do you have snow in October??? Dee
Cooking with Dee 