Friday afternoon I reluctantly made my way to the market for extra milk and marshmallows, thinking all the time that the predicted blizzard would amount to nothing but a few disappointing flurries. 

I was beyond delighted to find myself proven wrong Saturday morning.  While the Sun was still mostly in hiding, I hopped out of bed and rubbed the condensation off of our bedroom window, revealing a heavenly white world. 

The snow was still falling, and we lingered in bed, watching the flakes kiss the windows while enjoying a sumptuous breakfast tray Mr. Pedantic had assembled.

When we had finished our tea and layered on the fleece pants, I popped some corn and baked up several dozen of Mr. Pedantic's favorite cookies.  After all, a snow day is something to celebrate. 

My hallowed father bravely fetched us in his truck, and we spent the afternoon pacing up the great hill and sliding back down again.

There is such a classic romanticism about snow days.  The charm and coziness they bring will never grow old in my mind.  

We both woke up sore the following morning.  Apparently our "young and invincible" bodies were left behind in London by mistake.  Tumbling down hills takes a much greater toll than it once did, thank goodness for restorative cocoa. 

I baked SOOO many cookies over the past few days.  It seems that nothing cures the chill of 15 degree weather better than a warm, butterscotch-studded cookie...or four. 

I packed away our Christmas ornaments this weekend but, while the tree was supposed to go along with them, the mister convinced me to keep it up a few days longer.  It's golden glow complemented the white world around us so perfectly. 

I have been tackling organization projects all week and it has felt so good.  The spice, tea, and mug cabinets have been thoroughly inspected and rearranged, and now I can open them without cringing.   

While I kept moving and did small projects throughout the days, I tried to move a bit slower over the weekend, and even found time to curl up with a blanket and just...read.  It has felt so good. 

I hope your weekend was cozy, restful, and full of memories! 

Sincerely,

Pedantic Foodie