tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885582611314646448.post5121800144257474491..comments2024-03-22T00:21:30.759-07:00Comments on Louise Penny: Does that storm system look like a muffin to you?Louise Penny Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10316557270587688970noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885582611314646448.post-77987191811234287442009-01-14T07:30:00.000-08:002009-01-14T07:30:00.000-08:00Dear Hilary,I totally agree! Adore storms. But w...Dear Hilary,<BR/><BR/>I totally agree! Adore storms. But we have the great good fortune of not having to leave...for the most part.<BR/><BR/>Happy storm riding.Louise Penny Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10316557270587688970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885582611314646448.post-78318646431463176932009-01-13T16:23:00.000-08:002009-01-13T16:23:00.000-08:00Storms as food -- I love it. When a big one is on...Storms as food -- I love it. When a big one is on the way, I think immediately of food. Of putting the "wagons in a circle" and bringing in stores "for the duration" -- which these days, is only a day or part of a day. Still, when a storm threatens, I think of chili and hot chocolate. And the need to go nowhere. It's the latter, most of all, I think we've lost. Why not ride out the storm, instead of ride in it?<BR/>As I write, the wind is howling outside. Bring it on!Hilary MacLeodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05629125776311841963noreply@blogger.com