Excellent skiing today, all things considered. The one inch of reported powder turned out to be closer to 4+ and it kept snowing all day. Low point: white out at the top of Panoramic and strong winds. High point: basically everything else. Trees, bumps, it was all soft and fabulous and the silence of the falling snow...
...which, all told, made it an excellent night to make some bread. And realizing it was Thursday and tomorrow is Friday (hey, you never know) I have also set my first high-altitude challah to rise. I think it should be delicious, but then, is challah ever not?
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"It was to be a picnic on a gigantic scale."
Title and description liberally borrowed from Mark Twain's The Innocents Abroad.
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