Here’s what we woke up to Sunday morning — a little over two feet of new, wet, heavy snow — the dog door was drifted over, as was the front walkway.I shoveled, and luckily my neighbor with the sno-blower did my front sidewalk because this was like Midwestern snow — heavy, wet, soggy — did I mention heavy?
Usually we have fall, then winter. It’s one of the things I loved when I first moved up here — a return to four actual seasons — but this year we went from summer, to a 20 degree frost, to almost 3 feet of snow. Yikes. Dead tomato and pepper plants, hoping for the best with the brussels sprouts and cabbages and those carrots still in the ground.
And the cold weather has us all thinking of food. I walked into the liquor store (winter weather demands bourbon) and it smelled fabulous. “Oh my god,” I said. “What’s for lunch?” “Ham and beans,” replied the liquor store guy, grinning. He’d closed and renovated the family grocery store (which I missed this weekend when I just needed a couple of things and didn’t want to go across town) but he made sure to put a kitchen in. It smelled fabulous.

And then my friend Debbie called tonight with a great suggestion — the Sunday night single folks supper club — a couple of weeks a month over the winter — a rotating group of hosts — Sunday nights get a little lonely — all of us random singles gathered around a table, eating good food, gathering — which is what it’s really all about.