Boston no longer has sidewalks, just tunnels between towering walls of snow. And the walls just keep growing, as another blizzard is making its way toward the city this weekend. So I took off, tagging along with some friends to the still snow-covered hills of Vermont. Maybe we should have driven south instead of north?
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Eight maids-a-milking, seven swans-a-swimming, six geese-a-laying Five golden rings Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree. I spend so much time in the kitchen that I don’t usually stop and recognize the scientific marvels that