Then Thursday morning came. The thermometer on the car was reading -15 at the point I dropped Culinary Kid off at the front doorstep of her high school.
That is just too cold.
The kind of cold where your breath freezes in your mouth. Where you feel like you ought to give your car a hug for being brave enough to turn over.
I think my coffee was even begging to be put back into its nice warm pot instead of into the travel mug. I am sure I heard the pleas.
On the bright side, it was 40 degrees warmer this morning. Yep, 25 was feeling downright tropical.
I guess she can stay.
I hope everyone had a wonderful New Year. Looking forward to another year of cooking (unless it involves chicken livers or shredded coconut - those, not so much).