It’s just starting to snow outside. Again. We’ve had a wonderful, and sometimes daunting, amount of snow this year, here in Toronto and I’m grateful that the novelty of it all, caused by having spent most my life in a hot climate, hasn’t quite worn off yet. I’ve listened to the local population bemoan the fact bitterly that we’ve gotten more snow this year than Anyone Can Ever Remember. But I do still love to sit on my little window seat over lunch and watch those flakes a-falling down. Even knowing that I’m going to have to dig my way out of the house, again, doesn’t diminish the glee.
But then, perhaps the glee is due, in part, to a great lunch while watching the Winter Show. A fresh, egg tagliatelle, some artichokes, green peppercorns, a generous amount of Parmesan, a sprinkle of Fleur de Sel and a trickle of Truffle oil, a stupendous gift from a fellow food-aholic. Mmmm. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
