Even though winter has a tendency to get on my damn nerves after a while, it also has the useful trait of pushing me to do things well. I am at a loss to explain it, but I always seem to do a lot of my best work, best efforts in the deep freeze season. I remember back in college, my GPA was always highest in winter. One of my best grading periods ever happened during a stretch of absolutely miserable, windy, freeze-the-nards-off-of-every-living-soul winter weather up in the mountains of Virginia. I think I clocked in at 3.7 for the semester. Go figure.
Maybe a lot is to do with the focus that winter brings to me. The weather limits a lot of what I want to do, by sheer dint of low temperatures and sparser daylight. So I think the ol' noggin starts looking in and seeking relief in the task and flow of whatever I may want to do.
On the day that I wrote this, a freezing, overcast and ultimately snowy Saturday, that mental spotlight was sweeping over my besieged brain and contemplating dinner. Having time and resources (and feeling blessed to warm and dry and with plenty to eat) I ginned up a little something (well, a lot of something) to keep me comfortable and well-fed while I shook off the creepin' crud of cabin fever. Behold:
My version of cabbage soup, with noodles and sausage.
Remember how I said I often do my best work in winter? Well, ladies and gentlemen, that there soup? Tres bon, mon cher!
I guess a little snow wasn't so bad after all...care to share a bowl with me? What's your winter warmer?