enough of the cold!

It was 18 degrees when I left the house this morning. I didn't even bother to look at what the wind chill was. Too damn cold. I'm a California girl when it comes to climactic butchiness, i.e. a wuss.

And on Saturdays this cold, it means I'm cooped up with the girls. Thank god for music classes and birthday parties otherwise, well, I don't want to contemplate it.

Days like this are made for cooking. Belgian waffles with sauteed apples for breakfast. Yum. A less successful lunch of gnocchi with t...