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Friday, December 17, 2004
Tonight’s the Night It’s here. Tomorrow We Will Be Victorious make their debut tonight (click and scroll down some). I’ll be really disappointed if several of you don’t fly into town for the show. --------------- I printed out Styro’s pumpkin bread recipe last week and hoarded the ingredients we didn’t already have. And then I kept putting off making it. So Michelle took the reins and, lemme tell you, it’s awesome. It wasn’t spectacular to look at because the loaf fell some in the middle. But it tastes great (but not less-filling, I’m sure). I’ll have to get Michelle to make it again for the Christmas Eve Family Event™. Maybe I’ll make my pistachio pudding pound cake.* --------------- It doesn’t snow very often here in Tallahassee. Every other year, we might get a hint of a flurry. I was born in Connecticut and my parents have lots of pictures of me running around in the snow . . . when I was 2. We moved here the next summer, so I don’t remember any of that. But I do remember the first snow I saw here, when I was 5 or 6. I was outside, playing in the front yard when the snowflakes started falling through the branches above. I caught one in my hand, and it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. The winter after I graduated high school (and started college) is the most memorable. We had a full-on snowstorm. By Deep-South standards, anyway. It started snowing a few nights before Christmas, and no-one thought it would stick. But in the morning, there were a few inches of snow on the ground. I woke up and looked out the window and was blinded by the sun reflecting off the white that covered everything. It stayed for a couple days and by Christmas, there was little left besides flakes of ice in the shaded grass. The point of all this is that I heard on the radio that there’s an outside chance that we could see some snow flurries Sunday night. * The last time I made it for the same event, only my mother and grandmother had any. I was a little put off. No, really. |