So far this winter has really been the winter that wasn’t. The Chicago area did not get its first one inch snowfall until this past Friday. We went an incredible 335 days between one inch snowfalls. And today it’s 60 degrees!
I’m not ready to say winter is over; I’ve witnessed flurries in May. However, I won’t be sad if we don’t get any big accumulations. I am OK with rain; I know the farmers need the precipitation, but I don’t have to shovel rain.
I would like snow better if I didn’t have to shovel it or drive in it. If I could stay home with a book and a cup of hot cocoa and admire the glistening snowflakes through my window, I’d be fine with it. But alas, that is not usually the case.
But in the spirit of admiring the snow through the window, I offer two cozy winter stories:
Uncle Phil’s Diner by Helena Clare Pittman tells the story of a cold, snowy Sunday morning when Ruthie and her father undertake the ten block walk to Uncle Phil’s diner. As they walk they try to keep their mind off the cold by reminiscing about the fun they had over the summer and sing in anticipation of the yummy treats (including blueberry pancakes with blueberries they picked and preserved themselves the previous summer) that await them at the diner. Includes the recipe for Uncle Phil’s Blueberry Pancakes.
Soup Day by Melissa Iwai tells the story of a little girl and her mother making soup from the visit to the market to buy the vegetables to sprinkling it with parsley at the table as they prepare to eat it. Includes the recipe for Snowy Day Vegetable Soup.