That is my second home from here. I decided to transfer all family topics, rants, raves, and my general daily delusions to a new blog home. Screams From My Front Porch, seems a fitting name.
I do it on a daily bases, either calling the super fab pooch, the kids to stay away from the road, or on days like we had this weekend. Dreaded snow turning into black ice. In North Carolina we rarely get snow...although we've been dumped on this winter. Snow I don't mind, its when we get 10 inches, then 5 of them melt and refreeze making a solid sheet of hard ice. It pulls large tree limbs, downs power and cable lines and makes it impossible to drive without slamming into non-moving objects.
As you can see, it started out very pretty.
Then of course the next day..... Tomorrow should be worse. The road look clear doesn't it? Nope, its a solid sheet of black ice. Anyone up for some skating?
Yes we lost powder. It flickered all weekend. One hour with, one without. Then went completely out on Monday afternoon. We just got it back up this morning. Thank gosh for kerosene heaters, oil lamps, and poker chips. So now you all know why we southerners go bonkers at the slightest call for flurries. It's not the snow we fear...its being trapped by ice.
So needless to say, there has been no cooking at my house this weekend. I had planned on something special, but we got stuck with sandwiches and cold leftovers. I hope all my fabulous foodie friends kept warm and toasty, chowing down scrumptious goodies..I hope you ate enough for me!
