I’m looking at a window full of slow snow—wafting down like little cotton parachutes; the kind that creates very little worry because there won’t be much and the temp is just above freezing. It’s also the kind that makes you lazy because it’s so soothing to watch.
So I’m using that as an excuse to rock in my favorite chair and alternate peeking outside with peeking at old episodes of Northern Exposure. You need to find and watch the episodes with Marilyn and the Flying Guy. They are adorable.
Sitting next to me is a little cup of Caramel Apple Chai. I am picky about my chai. I want the spice to be light enough I can taste the other ingredients. I can. The apple is nicely evident, the spice isn’t obnoxious, and you can coax out the caramel with a little milk and sugar.