Posts Tagged 'weather'

The importance of pie crust

I’m not sure if it was Erma Bombeck or the 1965 version of The Fannie Farmer Cookbook or my mom* who taught me this, but:

If you make enough dough for a double crust pie, and you only use one of the crusts for your custard pie, flatten the rest into a disk and freeze it for later.

Tasty, quick quiche

Tasty, quick quiche

Today, the pie dough I froze in November was used to make a quiche. Our neighborhood has been hit by more drenching ice, sleet, and freezing rain, so there was no hope of catching a quick dinner at a local restaurant. Luckily we had enough eggs, milk, asparagus, mushrooms and cheddar. Along with a loaf of bread bought during the buy one, get one half off sale on Sunday after the last storm.

To everyone on the east coast: hang tight. I’ve heard a rumor that Spring is around the corner.

*It probably was Mom. She was a dietitian with a streak of practicality. Wrap the pastry well, in a double wrap of plastic wrap or wax paper, and put it in a plastic freezer bag.

Unexpected ice skating

Everything has been covered in a thin glaze of ice — slushy roads, half-melted alleys, fig trees branches, the cars, the house.

And so, on my walk to get bread from the bakery, there was a lot of last minute panic as I realized the alley (partway submerged in water, partway glazed with ice) would be impossible to get downhill safely. So I crunched over the ice-covered snow in the backyard, around to the front, stood still and slid down part of our pathway to the gate, and carefully picked my way past flooded areas and walks no on cleared after the storm last week. I managed to get to the shops and back again. It was slow going uphill, but without a face plant near the treacherous half-cleared walk by the movie house.

We’ve spent the rest of the day watching a marathon of the Great British Bake Off. And I’m almost done with a toe on a sock. Quite satisfying. So how do you spend your snow days?

Boston is having epic amounts of snow

… and in comparison, it isn’t all that bad here… at the corner of Church and Graveyard. We don’t have Boston’s epic snow. Our weather is dropping down towards 12 degrees F, and the wind outside is enthusiastically blowing the trees near the house (if I close my eyes, it sounds like the ocean when there’s a large storm offshore). Our house is pretty cold, but I’ve got an appointment with a down comforter, hot mint tea, and Mary Priestley’s A Book of Birds.

Luckily I’m not shoveling out from Winter Storm Marcus. So, we’re chatting about the weather. I’ve seen online pictures of daffodils coming up in England, I’ve heard that New England is ghastly… so what’s the weather like near you? Any welcome signs of spring? Or, if you’re in the southern hemisphere, do you have welcome signs of cooler weather arriving?

A bit like the inside of a spun sugar Easter egg

Well, snowpocalypse only lightly dusted us — an inch of normal snow, with what looks like sanding sugar dumped on top. The corner of Church and Graveyard has bits of green grass sticking out of the snow, and our garden shed has never looked better.

Judging from weather reports, family up in Boston and Cape Cod have woken up to the blizzard on their doorstep. I suspect if the storm had been a wee bit slower, we would have seen more, and for once they plowed and treated the road behind the house.

I’m ignoring the whole matter tonight, and have just read in the BBC news that the Smithsonian might move an outpost to the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park. What do people in the UK think about it? What US science or cultural items would be welcome there?

After a storm — beautiful weather

There’s something about an autumn night, after the rains have passed, that is delightful.

The wind swirls, fallen leaves scud across the sky, and I can feel my hair rise as the air pressure shifts. Autumn is definitely here, and we hope for brave fairies, ghosts, and possibly ninja turtles this year on Halloween. But the storm that passed –> good riddance. We had chorus practice in the dark due to rolling power failures, amazing lightning, power is still out in part of the house, and we had to calm a frazzled himmie. Yes. Her. Totally frantic.

The Eyes of Reproach

The Eyes of Reproach

Rollercoaster weather

SeadragonThe eastern half of the USA is suffering from roller coaster weather. Vermont got snow, and those of us further south have a sudden warm up tomorrow, followed by the threat of snow flurries and cold next week. Everyone I know either has a cold, or a desperate desire to sleep until spring. But still, fig leaves are showing up on branches, snow drop blossoms are in the yard, and we almost have some daffodils by the south facing wall. I’m hoping to spend some time outdoors in the sun, and try to find out if the hellebores are blooming now that the snow has melted. And the spring concerts are beginning. It’s going to be a very busy singing season.

(The picture on the right is from a lovely trip to the shore during the non-winter months of another year. Can’t find my picture of the old coaster at Dorney Park…. wow, we loved that thing. All wood, with amazing creaks and clicks that convinced you that death was imminent.)

Weather – always a great conversation starter

If you’re ever in the USA, and you’re out of things to talk about… skip politics. Almost everyone can talk about the weather (while Christian charity, or fear of offending, keeps some people from talking politics). Weather is safer than talking football (you can offend 10 out of 10 people easily with American football). But there are a few simple things about regional weather:

  • In the South/near the Mason Dixon line, people are a bit jittery about “the white stuff”.
    • This is why there’s the phenomenon of “emergency French toast”
    • If you don’t have eggs, milk or bread when the weather service forecasts 4 inches of snow, you won’t find any on the shelves
    • Take the day off to wait in lines — seriously
  • People further North look at blizzard conditions and think
    • Finally, time to play with the new snowblower
    • Thank g*d this isn’t rain
    • Please, let the [favorite shore place] survive the high tides

No matter where you live (tornado alley/Bible belt, earthquake country/California) there’s weather to talk about. And my family isn’t too picky: if there’s no weather phenomenon near us, we’ll talk about the flooding they’re having in the UK in Somerset [like something horrible out of Nine Tailors, actually], or a warm snap in Canada. Our current cold snap has encouraged me to finish a whack of projects, including the Bird in Hand Mitts. Photos as soon as they’ve had their dunk or have the ends woven in. Also — a new hat started, probably inspired by the news that they’re likely to get snow in Florida (thank you Polar Vortex 2/Alberta Clipper or whatever they’ve dubbed you), and the high, cold winds we have here.