I’m talking weather, not an awkward stage for many growing humans.
Today it was under teens when I got up. The Pippi Longstocking hat (thanks PDXknitterati) went on. In future I’ll have to wear my polartec headband underneath it. New gloves weren’t warm enough so I’ll have to open up the newest ones or layer the gloves as well, over polartec. My core was toasty in a Marmot 800 fill-power down jacket with an unlined nylon shell (with roll-out hood for foul weather) to cut the wind. My feet were toasty in REI merino wool socks and Croc boots. My legs were freezing in jeans. I need to try on my new silk underwear or find some flannel-lined chinos and jeans for me and my husband.
It’s definitely time for comfort food. Right now I need to cook a pork tenderloin. More on my plate today, assuring a car that will traverse the snow as my husband drives up and down the mountain. Pot roast sounds good. Coq au vin. I may even venture into cassoulet territory as the winter unfolds!
Have a great Thursday. Now I have to find out who won Top Chef last night (it comes on at eleven here and the land of nod beckoned before that time). Cheers, Dee
