Lately, the weather in the Midwest has been harsh. I believe the technical term is "effing cold." When the weather forecast called for a few inches of snow on Wednesday and Thursday, this area was gripped by panic. Twitter and Facebook were abuzz with "Is it snowing yet?" and wondering if your office would close due to the inclement weather.
Because I am an idiot, I attempted to run by the local grocery store on Wednesday night. I didn't need milk, bread or eggs, I just wanted some garlic bread and salad to go with our planned meal of baked ravioli. Big mistake. The snow hadn't started yet, but you could smell the desperation. I couldn't even get through the parking lot, let alone find a spot, so I left. I didn't need salad that bad. When I got home, my darling husband suggested getting takeout from Bandana's BBQ, so I had BBQ Chicken Nachos. Delish!
Anyway, it got me thinking about this penchant we have to stock up on milk, bread and eggs when the forecast calls for snow. Do humans have a genetic predilection for french toast when it snows? Personally, I'd rather have soup and grilled cheese, or meatloaf and mashed potatoes. (Leftover meatloaf sandwiches - mmmmm good).
As there are three more months of winter, I'm making of list of essentials to keep in my pantry in the event of an actual emergency. Interested? Head over to my new project - Cooking Without A Net - to see what I think is important, or add your own suggestions.
One thing that is definitely on the list: