Seriously? Okay. I am sick to death of this snow thing. We would normally have blooming forsythia and daffodils this time of year. We got nothing.
On Sunday, the snow gave me time to putter. I made another soup–bulgur and greens with poached eggs. I love adding poached eggs to a dish. Want a great salad, try an egg on top. Sounds weird but really good.
On Monday, we woke to ten inches of snow. I can really understand why people up north just pack it in and move south. I just need the snow to go away now. Matt was home sick. I shoveled the driveway and then went up the street to cross-country ski around the football field. It was a gorgeous sunny day and I still remember how to ski. I made a Belgian endive, cheese and ham casserole in honor of the wintry day.