The other night, I was feeling peckish, so I looked in the fridge for snack possibilities. There was a container of hummus just waiting to be eaten, but alas, no bread to go with it. So I pulled out my Extending the Table cookbook, flipped to the pita bread recipe, and went to town. A little over an hour later, Greg and I were enjoying our hummus with soft, seasoned pita bread hot out of the oven. MMM. Inspired by such success, I'm doing the same thing again this evening. While I wait for the bread to rise, I thought I'd put up a few pictures of our recent snowmageddon event and the winter activities we've (finally) been able to enjoy.
Our first cross-country ski of the season, up at the beautiful Seeley Lake trails on a bluebird day. Yay!
Over MLK day weekend, we headed down to Hamilton to enjoy good food, good beer, good company, and a little more skiing.
And then came the Big Snow, falling for 48 hours straight, piling up softly on everything--trees, roofs, chicken coop, cars, streets. One night Greg and I skied from our front door over to the University golf course: spectacular! I wish I could ski from my house every day . . .
Good thing I have tall boots (and even they weren't always quite high enough to get through the bigger drifts)!
View from my window at work. I saw myriad people skiing along the river trail and down Hickory Street during the two days it snowed. Two of my co-workers were unable to get to work for a couple of days, making me even more grateful that I live close enough to walk to work.
Last weekend we got together with our friends Evan and Catherine and went up to Lolo Pass to ski. We thought we might be able to go up Pattee Canyon (just a five minutes' drive away), but alas, it was RAINING. I ask you: what's the use of getting two feet of snow if it's just going to get rained on? Meh. So instead, we drove an hour or so and had a wonderful ski at Lolo Pass.
I decided to try skiing in a skirt, and deemed it a definite success. Skirt skiing is empowering.
Our first cross-country ski of the season, up at the beautiful Seeley Lake trails on a bluebird day. Yay!
Over MLK day weekend, we headed down to Hamilton to enjoy good food, good beer, good company, and a little more skiing.
And then came the Big Snow, falling for 48 hours straight, piling up softly on everything--trees, roofs, chicken coop, cars, streets. One night Greg and I skied from our front door over to the University golf course: spectacular! I wish I could ski from my house every day . . .
Good thing I have tall boots (and even they weren't always quite high enough to get through the bigger drifts)!
View from my window at work. I saw myriad people skiing along the river trail and down Hickory Street during the two days it snowed. Two of my co-workers were unable to get to work for a couple of days, making me even more grateful that I live close enough to walk to work.
Last weekend we got together with our friends Evan and Catherine and went up to Lolo Pass to ski. We thought we might be able to go up Pattee Canyon (just a five minutes' drive away), but alas, it was RAINING. I ask you: what's the use of getting two feet of snow if it's just going to get rained on? Meh. So instead, we drove an hour or so and had a wonderful ski at Lolo Pass.
I decided to try skiing in a skirt, and deemed it a definite success. Skirt skiing is empowering.
. . . and there goes the timer for the bread. Mmm!
I can smell the bread from here! and the skiing looks marvelous too!
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