What good timing. I love to see snow. We are promised - somewhat optimistically, as usual - an accumulation of 8 - 10 inches. Maybe we'll have to drag our suitcases through snowdrifts on the way to Penn Station early tomorrow morning. Our train will hug the Hudson River for part of the trip north. Then it will be white. We will have thermoses of Danish blend coffee from Sahadi's (and more in our luggage, per request)and soup, as well as pancetta sandwiches and cold chicken. And white asparagus 'fingers'.
It is snowing, the flakes blowing sideways across the roofs in a fine dust like sand on a windy beach. Inside all is in disorder. But it is warm, and about to smell good, with leftover coq au vin warming, wine mulling, the cat mewing for dinner, and pancetta set to fry in the cast iron pan.
Next post from Beloeil, Quebec.