The Snows of Suburban Denver
I've been back in Denver visiting my family for the holidays since Christmas, and, as almost everyone knows by now, it's been more than a little snowy this week in the Mile High City. The sheer volume of precipitation has, in fact, made getting around the city a major ordeal, and somewhat limited my inclination to leave my parents' house during my stay. Still, uber-dedicated documentarian that I am, I spent several hours last night wandering around my parents neighborhood with my camera and a tripod in several feet of freshly fallen snow. I think I got a few good ones.
My little brother, whose tripod I shamelessly ripped off to take these shots, was there to document my National Geographic-like dedication.
After stumbling in from the cold, Bobby and I didn't feel like going to bed, so we stole away to the kitchen where we conducted fiendish midnight salsa experiments. A number of outré ingredients were considered--including absinthe and Peychaud's Bitters (OK, my cocktail obsession has officially gone a bit too far)--but we finally settled on a Papalote-style recipe with added orange zest. We call the results "Orange Peel Salsa." I think the concept's sound, but I should have gone a lot lighter on the zest. Success or not, though, the experience did really whet my appetite for more free form kitchen experimentation in the future.
Now, if only clear weather will hold up overnight, I should be heading home tomorrow...
Now, if only clear weather will hold up overnight, I should be heading home tomorrow...
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I *heart* snow.
I don't remember anything as beautiful and magical as snow.
It cleans the earth and covers all the ugliness.