Pass the Puns, Please
I love being able to put on heavy sweaters and hats and mittens and go outside, grab a mittful of snow and hurl it at my children. All in the name of fun. There is something so therapeutic about the season.
I love being chilled to the bone, and coming inside to sit by the fire and nurse a piping hot cup of cocoa, complete with the tiny little marshmallows that slowly dissolve into sugary goodness.
I really love the winter. I even love the fact that I have had to drag my sorry ass out of bed twice this week so that I could extricate my sister and her car from the ditch she managed to drive herself into. Nothing like a sense of sisterly smugness to jump start the day.
I love winter. So on that note, I dug up some winter-flavored cheese. For you all to enjoy.
Because sharing means caring. So when you read this cheese, just keep in mind how much I care...
I was driving down a lonely northern road one cold winter day when it began to snow pretty heavily. My windows were getting icy and my wiper blades were badly worn and quickly fell apart under the strain.
Unable to drive any further because of the ice building up on my front window I suddenly had a great idea.
I stopped and began to overturn large rocks until I located two very lethargic hibernating rattlesnakes. I grabbed them up, straightened them out flat and installed them on my blades, and they worked just fine.
Of course, that's because they were wind-chilled vipers.