Tonight, as I spiked the cider, baked a pizza, and watched the first snow fall, I thought about food and community. I realized the people we love are no longer a knock away. We moved to the mountains up north, we don't write letters, and we don't call much. So, you extraordinary food-makers, let’s talk through food. Tell me what you are cooking, buying at the grocery outlet, and selling on the streets. Why is today the day for buffalo wings and bloody marys? Food, photos, and blogging?
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Flyin snow
Whisky cider on a cold cold day. Simmer up the apple juice, add some cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, cloves, and knocker of EW whiskey, let em brew.
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