Ho, Ho, meta-Ho
Dec. 27th, 2015 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceMac, in camera, in camera box, in camera:
In the meantime, I have had occasion to observe that here in the western US, mostly what we have is mountains. We flew from Pocatello Idaho to San Jose and home, via Salt Lake City, on a splendidly clear cold day, and pretty much everything underneath us all the way was mountains. I suspect many of them may have been the Rockies. (There was also the Great Salt Lake, which is enormous and was apparently frozen in its shallows despite the salt, but that also has whole mountains sticking up out of it, so it still counts.)
I may never have been in a colder place than Pocatello. Our last night there, my phone said the temperature outside at 4am was 6 degrees Fahrenheit, which we old folk would I think describe as twenty-six degrees of frost. If I've ever been anywhere colder (not counting planes, that is), I don't remember it. But we were lovely and warm in our hotel room, so that's fine.
Traditional view out of hotel window:
Meanwhile, being home, I am making onion soup. I had caramelised onions in the freezer (slow cookers, people; totally the way to caramelise onions in quantity) and also a couple of pints of something labelled "beef soupstock". I have no idea what this is, how I made it, of what it was a byproduct; it'll be completely unreproduceable; but I think I was right in my labelling. It's going to make lovely soup for a cold California Sunday.
In the meantime, I have had occasion to observe that here in the western US, mostly what we have is mountains. We flew from Pocatello Idaho to San Jose and home, via Salt Lake City, on a splendidly clear cold day, and pretty much everything underneath us all the way was mountains. I suspect many of them may have been the Rockies. (There was also the Great Salt Lake, which is enormous and was apparently frozen in its shallows despite the salt, but that also has whole mountains sticking up out of it, so it still counts.)
I may never have been in a colder place than Pocatello. Our last night there, my phone said the temperature outside at 4am was 6 degrees Fahrenheit, which we old folk would I think describe as twenty-six degrees of frost. If I've ever been anywhere colder (not counting planes, that is), I don't remember it. But we were lovely and warm in our hotel room, so that's fine.
Traditional view out of hotel window:
Meanwhile, being home, I am making onion soup. I had caramelised onions in the freezer (slow cookers, people; totally the way to caramelise onions in quantity) and also a couple of pints of something labelled "beef soupstock". I have no idea what this is, how I made it, of what it was a byproduct; it'll be completely unreproduceable; but I think I was right in my labelling. It's going to make lovely soup for a cold California Sunday.