The pie smells delicious. Not sure what’s next though. I really just want to be warm. Every available surface in the kitchen has at least one empty packing box on it and that includes the chairs, so I can’t go in there and soak up the warm.
I put up a few Christmas decorations — snow flakes that are 4” across. That’s it for the decorations! Oh. And three nativities that stay out all year.
Well, move an empty box and sit in the kitchen! That reminds me of the Great Snow of 1978, when we lived in Newport, RI. My dad was stuck at “work,” Naval War College; the officers were sleeping on tables and floors with blankets that had been borrowed from the base hospital.
Mom, Russ, and I spent several days playing Monopoly at the kitchen table with the oven on for heat!
I decided to start with sweet potatoes. I’ll measure out the amount for Tom’s bacon-bourbon dish, then fill my pie crusts. That will let me know if I need to boil more potatoes!