..hmm…as much as i like the thought of softly falling snow, i dont think i could handle it now…much too used to the rain of vancouver, bc! but i still call myself an ex-ontarian….
So what do you do, when the heaviest snowfall in five years drifts and blows and flutters softly, steadily, insistently into downtown Toronto, down Marchmount Road? All day the stuff comes down, and as it does it changes the shapes of things, fills the volume of things, replaces and replenishes itself as fast as – faster than – it is removed. Faster than it can be removed.
Silently, guiltlessly, effortlessly, remorselessly. Packed around the cars, almost to the bumpers; drifting ankle deep and more into the narrow alley, between our house and Maria’s; creating, improbably, a sort of miniature ski-jump off the back fence. Piling up, one or three or four feet high, in the roadway.
What you do is, you have lamb shanks. Marinated, all day, in the usual: red wine and rosemary; garlic, shallots; lemon zest, salt, pepper. Juniper berries. Do not forget the juniper berries.
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