Winter, schminter
Oh, boy, here comes more snow. I remmber a few weeks ago, a friend told me she was worried about the cold ending. “I’ve got braising to do,” she said.
No need to fret, Kate.
While I’ve loved hunkering down and getting cozy, I’m a little sick of winter. Looks like we might get some more this weekend. That stupid Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow - should we blame it on him? Hmm, I wonder what groundhog tastes like.
Well, if you can’t beat’em, join’em. Thursday in relish you’ll find a whole list of winter activities, recipes, music and films. It’s our way of dealing with the February doldrums. Six more weeks of winter means six more weeks to try your hand at making hot buttered rum or French onion soup. While I’m longing for the simple suppers of summer - sliced tomatoes, corn on the cob, fresh mozzarella salads with mint, peaches and prosciutto - braising is delicious and rewarding. And Friday, I’ve been invited over to someone’s house for osso bucco. Can’t really enjoy that in July.
Hopefully the snow won’t get in my way, either.
