palace of winds

Going into our office holiday lunch at Bacio it was all freezing rain, the parking lot turning quickly to ice — the worst of winter. But when dessert came (apple cobbler thick with caramel and crumb topping, finished with a generous scoop of vanilla gelatto) we looked out the window to discover the very best of the season: snow drifting down in thick, unreal flakes, a great white snowglobe whirl. The roads went all to hell, of course, and I didn’t get much beyond 35 on the freeway coming back to the office, but it sure was pretty. I love how Minnesota nearly always manages to pull off a white Christmas, no matter how unlikely the prospect.