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I grew up in Minnesota where snow days like this were not uncommon. We made the most of it – sledding, skating and skiing. We also had snowmobiles. I remember that we would have a snowfence – temporarily installed along the driveway to prevent snow from drifting across. We would wrap our feet in Wonder Bread bags before inserting in our boots, then spend hours outside. Our wrists would be chapped from where the wet snow met our tender skin. We lived in a court, and all the snow from the road would be piled in the middle of the circle in what felt like a huge snow mountain. Who would be king of the hill? After Minnesota I lived in Boston, then Chicago, Traverse City (MI), and now here (NJ). Snow has been part of all my winters. In 46 years I never heard this phrase: It's a French Toast Day. Graham mentioned it last snow storm (a few days ago). Do you know this one?
Most people freak at the prospect of being snowed in when a storm is on the way so they rush to the stores to gather up supplies. The first to get emptied off the shelves – milk, bread, and eggs. French Toast! *grin*
No school AGAIN today. Soon we will dig out…it's getting harder and harder to clear the snow as we have to lift it higher and higher. But oh boy! It is sure pretty!
I will check on my syrup reserves….might have to whip up some FT before I put on my boots.