Mendolonium

My in-laws came up to visit us (really Thomas) yesterday.  They live about an hour from us in a “beach city” where the temperature rarely strays outside 55- 75 degrees regardless of season.  Yesterday, the daytime weather here was in the upper 50s.  My mother in law commented several times about the “extreme” weather we have here and her dislike of the cold.  After being born in Minnesota and living for years in places such as Wyoming and Nebraska, I cannot fathom the weather here as extreme.  That said, I am a person who is perpetually cold and I generally don a sweater as soon as the temperature drops below 80 (no, I am not joking).  I was thinking about what my mother in law said tonight and I realized that, paradoxically, it is because I dislike being cold so strongly and chill so easily that I love fall and winter weather.  I don’t equate cold weather with being cold I think of it as a time to get warm.  There is a very good chance (and a subject for many more blog posts) that we might move to a colder climate within the next couple of years and the truth is I am looking forward to having a proper winter.  I adore sweaters, boots, and coats.  I sleep contentedly under the weight 4 layers of blankets (or I would if I wasn’t contracting or dealing with toddler nightmares).  I am inordinately pleased by the flames dancing in our fireplace right now.  I could live on soup and grilled cheese.  I love spending hours cooking and baking in a warm, fragrant kitchen.  Tonight I made a warm, spicy Indian dish, Chana Masala, for the first time and it was the perfect antidote to our cold weather.

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