When it's cold outside my kitchen heats up. For suppers I made my mother's cheesy potato soup and
Paula Deen's Chicken Pot Pie with Cheese Straw Crust. Plus, my husband had already roasted pineapple chicken and we had my mashed potatoes on deck. And while I was sorting through our freezer we discovered a container of my mother's homemade Grape Nut ice cream from this summer; it was like we discovered a lake in the middle of the desert. We were so happy. We licked our bowls for every bit of the rediscovered ice cream. (When I eat that ice cream I'm taken back to the summers of my youth.)
The takeaway: this ice storm is making me fat. I hope I'll be able to fit through the door.
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