Friday 6 December
Like almost everyone in Cincinnati,
the University panics when the weather guys forecast snowpocalypse. So it closed at 1 PM, which only meant that
Barbara had to trudge up the hill in the snow to participate in mock job
interviews that afternoon, as gentle flakes descended to a depth of two inches
or so.
She brought Lauren (who likes
snow, and knows how to drive in it) home for dinner afterward, and we all
warmed up with glasses of red wine, plus salty nibbles of corn chips and
pickled tomatoes and daikon.
Holt had made good use of his home
time by chopping up some of our previously-gathered parsley and integrating it
into fresh fettuccine. We only needed to gather and grate four
cheeses (tag ends of gorgonzola, kashkaval, goat cheese, and ricotta salata)
and melt them in some butter and cream while the pasta boiled. The parsley gave a lively green flavor to a dish that
can be pretty heavy otherwise.
Dessert was a snifterful or two of
Willett bourbon, which kept us all warm through the snowy night.
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