Here in Monti, it's impossible to tell if it is still snowing or simply snowing again. Just have to go with flow and wait it out. There's always…
A brand new sketchbook to keep a budding artist busy, while snow gear is dried for another round of wet play. And...
Soup. This month's Aubrey favorite? Here ya go:
Questionable Chinese Egg Drop Soup
Homemade chicken broth with lots of ginger and garlic, defatted, with shredded chicken added back into it, brought to a simmer.
Optional: Add broken-up, super-quick-cooking angel hair pasta and simmer on for a couple minutes.
Season with parsley, nutmeg, pepper, salt to taste and thicken just a tad using cornstarch, premixed before adding.
Slowly drizzle in an egg or two, well beaten with a few drops of water. Stir constantly till egg is all added and serve it up, all steamy and hot. Hurry for your share, before Aubs consumes every last drop.
Moving along...
When the kids go home, it's time to tune in to another episode or two of "House Of Cards". Hey, if it's good enough for President Obama, it's good enough for us… and we're here to tell y'all to get Netflix and watch. We're happily hooked.
Had enough TV? I'm lovin' SYCAMORE ROW, John Grisham's latest. Jake Brigance returns for yet another racially tense trial.
Multi-tasker, are ya? How 'bout yet another hat made with whatever's hangin' 'round, while you wait for that shipment of exotic yarn from Belize. WHAT A TRIP - literally! Hope you're not in a rush when you place such an order; the last tracking info received on the 9th told me my package was vacationing in Bulgaria. See for yourself.
Okay, okay… enough already. Maybe now
I should consider Gavin's request:
"G'ma, will you please start skiing again?"
It's a thought. When all that snow has been groomed to perfection and it's about 25 degrees with no wind and bright sunshine - you know, a perfect Ten Day - I'm tempted. Maybe I should forget about that brutal spill I took at Belleayre and splurge on a pair of trending shorter skis to replace my 185's. Trend or not, there'd be something radically wrong with a 5'3" granny getting back on 185's. "We'll see, Honey."
There's always a tomorrow. G-d willing.
