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Let's talk about the weather.
Twenty-eight hours of snow and counting. Not that it justified everyone running screaming to the supermarket to buy all the chicken before the apocalypse*, but it's not an insignificant amount accumulating out there.
One of my few complaints about living where I do is that it's hard to see just how much snow falls, because there's really just the street and the roof of the building next door to look at. The courtyard gives a better idea; looks like the foot and a half we were promised on the low end.
*Dear Washington Post, the National Weather Service, and other professional news outlets: please stop saying "snowmageddon" and "snowpocalypse" every other paragraph and in place of useful phrases like "the blizzard of December 2009." You sound like idiots.
ETA: OMG, NY Times, what is wrong with you. Apparently a blow with shoulders obliterated Washington, leaving the Potomac an enchanted gray pewter plate studded with aerodynamic ice cream blobs from a lost civilization.
Preview:
Friday afternoon:
Friday evening:
Friday night:
This morning:
This afternoon:
This evening, after the snow stopped:
For some color, the tart I made for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deelaundry's birthday last week:
One of my few complaints about living where I do is that it's hard to see just how much snow falls, because there's really just the street and the roof of the building next door to look at. The courtyard gives a better idea; looks like the foot and a half we were promised on the low end.
*Dear Washington Post, the National Weather Service, and other professional news outlets: please stop saying "snowmageddon" and "snowpocalypse" every other paragraph and in place of useful phrases like "the blizzard of December 2009." You sound like idiots.
ETA: OMG, NY Times, what is wrong with you. Apparently a blow with shoulders obliterated Washington, leaving the Potomac an enchanted gray pewter plate studded with aerodynamic ice cream blobs from a lost civilization.
Preview:
Friday afternoon:
Friday evening:
Friday night:
This morning:
This afternoon:
This evening, after the snow stopped:
For some color, the tart I made for
deelaundry's birthday last week:
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Over this week and next i will be making:
something chocolate to welcome back a co-worker from surgery (poss. red velvet cupcakes)
Cheesecake (first time... likely a chocolate/plain marble)
King cake
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I used this recipe (http://www.joyofbaking.com/FruitTart.html) for the custard and glaze -- took double the custard to fill the crust -- and used a pre-made pie crust. Substituted skim milk with a little butter for whole milk, and used amaretto for the liqueur. Mm.
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I saw her post with the cupcakes (yum) and would make them for the chocolate thing, but that's for monday, and the cheesecake is for tuesday for someone's b-day, so... too much cheesecake in a two day period.
I do really wonder, though, how hard it would be to make red-velvet cheesecake cupcakes. Because those sound awesome to me.
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ETA: Oh, God, I just linked up there to one of the worst NY Times articles I've ever read. According to the first sentence, forecasters reached for superlatives. I say the reporter needs a little self-assessment, too.
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But the picture of the trees by the monument is lovely.
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Also NOM TART. Wow. That looks like my favorite desserts from Club Med, except... better.
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That tart looks mouth-wateringly delicious. *Envies Dee*
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The snow is beautiful, except for bringing everything to a halt, and what a tart! It looks gorgeous and so delicious.
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"Chickens of the apocalypse" would make a great journal subtitle. Or a band name.