at least there's cinnamon rolls

I really, really try to keep this blog as positive and innocuous as possible.  But I mean, the twits who say climate change isn't real should just go take a jump in a lake.  If there's even any lakes left because as of the date of this post, Alta has gotten approximately two inches of snow since New Year's Eve.  The mountains of northern Utah used to be smothered in light, fluffy snow by now.  Alta should have a base depth of well over 100 inches by now (they have 57" - and probably less by now because: melting).  Utah depends on snowpack for its water and it looks bad right now.

Not a cloud in the sky.  Unfortunately.

At any rate, H, who is determined to get the most use he can out of his season pass, went up to Alta on Saturday.  It was not crowded and the skiing was not good.  At the Wildcat base area, the grounds look like April - dirty grey, slushy snow.  When he left, midday, it was 50F and, under all those clear skies and bright sunshine, everything was melting.

I would get chucked out in the

first week on the GBBO

Down in the valley, A, who is very much feeling smug about not having bought a season pass, took the dog on a five mile walk.  Then, while Milton basked in the sunshine on the driveway, like he does in the summertime, there was laundry (always so much laundry), making of cinnamon rolls (better than expected), cashew cream and vegan parmesan, and starting a bread dough.  The cashew cream stood in for sour cream on some pretty dang tasty tacos we had for dinner that night (the "tamale-style" ones, veganized with Trader Joe's soy chorizo).  And the bread dough?  Well, we'll just have to see ...