{"id":764,"date":"2015-02-16T07:57:16","date_gmt":"2015-02-16T12:57:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=764"},"modified":"2015-02-16T08:07:01","modified_gmt":"2015-02-16T13:07:01","slug":"cooking-storm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/cooking-storm\/","title":{"rendered":"Cooking Up a Storm"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"In<\/a>\u201cSend me a picture of snow-laden trees,\u201d my friend in Paris pleaded. But I was tired of seeing snow, of freezing my fingers as I traipsed through snowdrifts to photograph more snow. And another storm was coming. It was due on Valentines Day<\/a>, a holiday I was trying hard to forget.<\/p>\n

When a storm collides with a holiday it is impossible for me to override the urge to hunt-and-gather at Wegmans, hunker down at home, and cook huge quantities of comfort food. Shopping at Wegmans<\/a>\u00a0 erases any nervous commotion in my head, and all the miserable things going on in the world fade. It\u2019s like coming home to mom. Wegmans is my go-to at the first flash of a Winter Storm Watch.<\/p>\n

On Saturday, Wegmans looked like a Valentines Day theme park with huge displays of flowers and shiny red boxes of chocolates. The aisles were packed with people loading up for the minus 12 degrees and 4 to 8 inches of snow predicted for the Finger Lakes. The 5 things I came in for turned into 20 as I considered what else I might need to survive the holiday\/storm combo. In the wilds of winter, I had a desperate longing for berries, tabouleh<\/a> with fresh mint, and baked salmon. I picked up a bright bouquet of daisies and red carnations thinking I should get over my Valentines funk and buy myself a gift. But I put it down quickly; it had no scent and I couldn\u2019t eat it.<\/p>\n

So I came home and cooked up a storm.<\/p>\n

When the scene outside my window whited out in a snowsquall, I found a fresh landscape in my refrigerator.<\/p>\n

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What do you do to pamper yourself in a storm?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“Send me a picture of snow-laden trees,” my friend in Paris pleaded. But I was tired of seeing snow, of freezing my fingers as I traipsed through snowdrifts to photograph more snow. And another storm was coming. It was due on Valentines Day, a holiday I was trying hard to forget. When a storm collides […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[374],"tags":[420,425,419,421,423,46,424],"class_list":["post-764","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-374","tag-cook-up-a-storm","tag-cooking-up-a-storm","tag-food-landscape","tag-healing-cooking","tag-surviving-a-winter-storm","tag-valentines-day-and-grief-healing","tag-winter-food-cravings"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t