We’re moving again later this spring. We’re pretty excited about our new place and are full of grand plans to repaint its walls, remodel its bathrooms, and refinish its floors. So while I don’t have to deal with movers quite yet, I am spending totally inappropriate amounts of time with contractors expressing completely appropriate amounts of shock over their bids, and adjusting to the new reality that Life’s Little Pleasures must now all be calculated in terms of rooms which we could otherwise paint, and judged accordingly.
- Dinner for two at the Rosebud Steakhouse: 14.5% of a bedroom (Not gonna happen)
- A new dishwasher: 67% of a kitchen (Here’s hoping that old Lady Kenmore’s got a few more months in her)
- My cousin’s latest book: 2.25% of a laundry room (That one’s clearly worth it. Yay, Michele!)
All of which is a very long-winded way to say, “I’m distracted, here’s a Classic End of Winter Caterpickle to tide you over.”
Originally published February 8, 2013.
The Snowpocalyse is upon us. When The Five-Year-Old and I heard that Governor Patrick had ordered the roads in Boston had closed to all non-emergency travelers, we decided to take a walk. Before you call the Governor to report us, this is what our neighborhood looked like at the time.
Plus The Five-Year-Old had some work to do.
Daddyo has been openly planning to make snow cream all week. My kitchen counter has been taken over by a small platoon of sweetened condensed milk. If the supplies are any indication, he’s planning to make use of every inch of the two feet of snow we’re expected to get here over the 24 hours.
All the talk of snow cream has made The Five-Year-Old pretty eager for the storm to arrive, as you might imagine. As soon as she saw the first flakes starting to fall, she ran outside with her little blue cup to collect enough snow to get a head start on treat.
The results were suboptimal.
Fortunately for The Five-Year-Old, Daddyo had better luck. He’s clearly fished for snow before.
Add a little sweetened condensed milk and some vanilla and what have you got?
SNOW CREAM! Ah, sweet nectar of the Snowpocalypse. Totally worth the inner chill that sends you scurrying under the nearest blanket after you’ve eaten it. And that slightly unsettled feeling you get while waiting to find out whether the e. coli that live in the upper atmosphere and form the basis of snowflakes are the sort that will kill you or not.
Daddyo: “Wait. Are you telling me that you can stick out your tongue to catch a snowflake and get the plague?”
Fortunately for us snowflake catchers and snow cream connoisseurs, Georgia Tech microbiologist Kostas Konstantinidis thinks that the vast majority of the bacteria living in snowflakes are harmless. Of course, he’s not completely done analyzing his sample of snow-encrusted bacteria yet. He could still find some pathogens in there, and if so, he says, that could affect the way disease spreads through the world.
Daddyo: “Bubonic snowflakes. Awesome. How has the human race survived?”
- Bird, Plane, Bacteria? Microbes Thrive in Storm Clouds (NPR)
- The Five-Year-Old Takes Pictures: After Hurricane Sandy (Caterpickles)