Somehow we managed to miss all of the latest ice storm in St. Louis. Of course, we did so by missing two flights out of New York City--cancelled due to the weather.
We had to stay another day. Darn. That meant we got to go to Zabar's for $3.50 nova lox sandwiches, salmon roe, St. Andre triple creme cheese, marble halvah, Russian pumpernickel, and other sundries. We also managed some Christmas borscht, blintzes, pierogies, and cabbage rolls at Veselka around midnight, and then the guys went off to an Irish session at a dive bar in Alphabet City.
After arriving in StL this afternoon on almost no breakfast, we stopped right away at Woofie's before heading home. I had a Big Daddy with the works, even the hot pepper. I haven't weighed myself yet, and I'm not sure I want to.
I'm talking so much about food because I'm in a self-imposed knitting hiatus of about three days now. When my hands are too crippled to knead the sore shoulders of the one I love, I've been knitting too much.