:::::::: Tequila Christmas Cookies Going into town, in winter, is no minor feat. It took over one hour to get the car ready for the fifteen minute journey over black ice and dangerously potholed country roads. First, I had to find the car. Since I knew where I had parked, chances were good that the odd shaped mound of snow and ice hunkering in the drive was in fact, my car, and not the Abominable Snowman.
Engine sputtering, defrost blasting and four tools later shovel, ice scraper, broom, screwdriver I had removed enough snow pack and ice slabs to get the car out of the driveway. If I had had a grenade, I would have blown it up. It would have been easier and the ice from the windshield would have been removed in no time. Returning early evening, the air bitterly cold, I clicked on the last few minutes of the local weather report.
The weatherman, in the ubiquitous ill-fitting suit, was standing in front of the Maine map, pointing to temperatures in a wide range of single digits. So for tonight, he began, pivoting in a suit that didn t seem to move along with him, temperatures will be a bit on the chilly side, ranging from ten below to five above. Perhaps his suit had frozen in place. A bit on the chilly side? There is nothing a bit about negative numbers or single digits.
From where I come from, chilly is somewhere in the fifties. -10 to +5 degrees is insane. I went to say something snide to the t.v. set, but I was too hungry and my face too cold, so I decided to save any jaw movement for eating. Checking emails before venturing off to stand in front of an open refrigerator door contemplating dinner, I found the following recipe. I think I laughed, although it could have been my teeth rattling. Cheers.