Out here, in this season, snow comes and goes quickly. We froze our butts off early last week, only to be welcomed by a thaw at the end of it, followed by 30 mph winds that blew the snow sideways on Sunday.
Coincidently this is also the day we chose to clean out the shop and our basement, sending me winging boxes of unusable crap into the garbage pit only to have it all fly back into my face…like three of four times…before I decided to approach the whole chore from the opposite direction. You know, wind at my back…always the right choice.
A choice made after almost the entire contents in the back of the pickup blew out across the prairie on my way to the dump, sending me flailing after it.
A choice made after the old pickup without a parking brake nearly rolled into said garbage pit while my back was turned, you know, flinging things.
Winter. Some days you’re such a bitch.
Oh, but we have ways of coping around here.
Because when the season of snow-pelting-you-so-hard-in-the-eyeballs-they-threaten-to- freeze-shut is upon us, we strip off our forty-seven layers and head to the kitchen to whip up something warm, preferably with noodles and heavy whipping cream.
Yes, if we have to have winter, at least we have heavy whipping cream to get us through.
So that’s what this week’s column is about. It’s about the recipes Husband and I concoct in our little kitchen to pass the time on long winter nights.
Coming Home: Bring on the heavy cream, butter and winter weather
by Jessie Veeder
And I realize that the holiday season is just starting, and we have a trip to Cabo in the works to help ring in the new year, so really, I should just take it easy and have a salad for gawd sake, but for some reason the thought of squeezing my pasty white squishy body in a bathing suit in a month or so is not scary enough to keep me from a second helping of Husband’s famous cream noodles.
Yes. You read it up there. Homemade noodles fried and smothered in cream.
There’s that. And then there’s the two giant pots of knoephla soup mom and I cooked up for the crew of hunters/family this weekend. And yes, it was me who convinced her to add another pot.
Because you can’t have enough creamy soup. You can’t have too much! You can always save it and have it for lunch every day until Christmas!
Want to see how it’s done? I show ya here:
Cowboy Cooks Knoephla
And don’t even get me started on the traditional holiday cheese ball I’ll be concocting on Thursday…
Or the fact that all I want for breakfast for the rest of my life is a caramel roll followed by a donut washed down with seven cups of coffee.
Because it’s winter and I’m ssstttaarrrvvinnnggg.
It’s winter and my primal instincts are kicking in.
“Stock up, stock up, stock up…” they whisper. “You don’t know where your next meal is coming from.”
And I believe the voices. Even though I do.
I do know where my next meal is coming from.
It’s coming from my refrigerator and from the imagination of the man with deep German immigrant roots who can make anything with enough butter, flour, cream, potatoes and a side of pork.
Ugh, I’m so hungry. I can’t wait until 6:00.