RecipeMuncher

It’s not that I’m down on snow. When I was growing up in Colorado, winter was my favorite season because of all the things we could do in it. Because in Colorado you can drive up to the mountains in the morning, past peaks that are actually perfectly pointed. Perfectly pointed mountain peaks. I miss those. And you can cross-country ski by old log cabins in the late afternoon. Or snowshoe through the woods, on similar late afternoons as the snow starts to turn blue in the twili (...)