Day one is novel. You look out the window, watch it snow, cheer the plow when it shows up.
Day two you hunker down because the wind is strong, the temperatures are below zero and the wind chill is negative double digits. You are glad there is nowhere you have to be. You sew a bit. Watch The Godfather on TV.
Day three you sympathize that the mail carriers are safe and the trash pickup is cancelled and get out your old VHS of A Town Like Alice, the movie you watch when the weather is like this because everyone in it is sweating. And you sew some more. Taking care of that project using scraps.
Day four it's all a bit old. But the sun is shining brightly and it IS beautiful. Everything is still closed so there's nowhere to go even if you could. Yes, yes, I could tackle some spring cleaning jobs but I need open windows and singing birds before I'm in the mood for that.
So. It's time to test. For a couple of years I've been looking for a brownie recipe that comes close to what my dad's mother made. Neither my brother nor I asked her for it and we loved it. It was different. The chocolate flavor was mild, the brownie looked less dark and dense. I've tried a few but didn't like them. I didn't even give them to my brother to taste test.
Then, a couple of weeks ago I started to think about where SHE might have gotten her recipe. It was the 1950s. I remembered the German chocolate cake she made, that made me think of the Baker's chocolate pamphlet I have had for years. I tore the house apart looking for it, but we are two moves removed so it could be tucked in anywhere. Then, then I thought of good ol' Betty. And I remembered this little book that was mine when I was a kid. And yes, I still have it.
Then I found my mom's old and much used Betty Crocker cookbook from that era and looked up the brownie recipe. The recipes in the two books were the same.
And look who was scavenging yesterday morning. Poor thing. You can see how close to the house she is.