Yep. It’s thundersnowing. That’s awesome.
My other funny thing from today is this: sometimes I like to think of myself as a good cook. Today, I proved myself wrong. I got all excited because I had some time tonight so I was going to make this tasty pasta with garlic and tomatoes and basil and chicken and all that. (superchef Alyssa, right? wrong.) I heated up the oil and put the garlic in…and within 15 seconds, it had burned. Strike 1. No problem though, I had more garlic, so I redid it and got it right. Then I put the noodles on to cook. So, the sauce was coming along nicely and I tasted the noodles and they seemed done, so I drained them…and I noticed that clumps of them were stuck together and still NOT COOKED. Strike 2. That was not going to work. So I had to quick make some more pasta, and things got kind of cold.
NEVERTHELESS, I did not hit strike 3, and my roommate and I had a lovely dinner (while watching the thundersnowstorm from 9 stories up, awesome). But it did inject me with a much-needed dose of cooking modesty. (It looks so easy when they do it on TV…)