First snow

Today started way too early.  Last night is a blur right now, but I handed off the baby at 6:30a to Rich to get Cooper (age 21mo.)  We got downstairs and I could see the delicate little snowflakes falling and Coopers eyes got really big and said, "snow!"  It was hard not to smile.  We let Sky outside to do her business and get up close to the freezing cold 19F and shiver.  Cooper got down out of my arms and went window to window looking in complete marvel at the seasons change.

I forgot to call the guy to blow out the sprinklers, crap.

On the stove is a new concoction.  It's like a wintery stir fry with chicken sausage (with apples,) rice, butternut squash and delicata squash.  I threw in some butter for good measure after baking the squash in the stove, added some salt and pepper too.  It smells good and it's making me miss home.

A high school classmate wrote a post today on Facebook about a cold Coke at a hardware store.  I knew exactly what he was talking about and it took me back in time.  My Dad is a handy sort and always had a weekend project.  We would head out to Bierce Hardware and he'd give me a dime to buy a Coke to keep me occupied while he would shoot the breeze with men he knew.  It seems so nostalgic now.  The taste of that cold Coke in a glass bottle is one of the best experiences in the world.  In fact, I mentioned the post to my husband and he relayed my story back to me.  I guess I already told him about Bierce Hardware at some point in our relationship.  He then told me the story about his professor and dry ice and trying to quickly refrigerate beverages and I listened, but I had already heard that story a half dozen times too.   It's amusing to me that we have beverage stories that we have both shared more than once.  

I think I have a Coke in a can made with "real sugar" or something.  Maybe if I crush ice to drink it down with it will be a close facsimile?  Meh, I doubt it.