From a blog post written on January 26th, the first big snow of the season….
“There’s nothing more calming for me than the flavors of a big pot of stock wafting throughout the house. Yarn, afternoon nap, good book, Netflix…Bed Camp time. Don’t fight it, don’t let it ruffle your feathers. Give in and just enjoy a relaxing, peaceful day at home.”
At what point in the next few months did I lose the novelty of staying at home and settling in for a bout of snow? Probably about the same time I ran out of room in the freezer for more stock. The last few weeks of winter always seem to be the hardest.