For those living in areas where you deal with snow on a regular basis, a snow storm inspires different reactions from different people. Growing up on the Canadian border, we had a lot of practice with snowstorms, and my mother's reaction was pretty much always the same: drive to the store and buy milk and eggs. Even if we had milk and eggs.
Now that I'm living in the urban half of the title of the blog, I don't really need to do anything to prepare, other than shovel the sidewalk. I can take a train anywhere I need to go, if I wanted to buy milk and eggs, I could walk to the corner store, I don't have to dig out the car. So what do I choose to do? Stay home and eat. (oh, and watch football).
Yesterday's slow roller (lots of light snow, all day) required something complicated, long simmering, and warm. I had read an article in Gourmet a while back about a family that owned an Italian restaurant in Long Island, and when their grandfather died, the family decided the best way to memorialize him was to publish his meatball recipe in Gourmet. The gentleman in question had a fantastic nickname: "Squatty". I found it hard to believe something entitled "Squatty's Meatballs" could be anything but fantastic, and I was right. I won't go into the details, and will instead let you read it for yourself here, but I will say this: any sauce and meatball recipe that requires 5 different forms of meat, including a beef shin bone, is alright in my book. Thanks, Squatty.