After enjoying a week and a half of record breaking temperatures, old man winter has once again reared his ugly head.
Yesterday I was impressed with the storm clouds as they started to roll into the valley. The view through the silver maple in my front yard offered an eerie, foreboding glimps of what was to come. You should have seen the kids running, trying to dodge the hail stones, as the skies opened and unleashed its furry at 2:15 p.m. Exactly the same time that the school bell rang.
This picture shows what the silver maple tree looks like this morning after we recieved 3" of snowfall during the night.
Last night we needed something to warm our insides, but because I had two girls that had to be at work by 5:00 I needed something quick and easy for dinner. My solution was a "semi-homemade" chicken noodle soup.
While I cut up the onions, carrots and celery, Meggan pulled the chicken from a store bought rotisserie chicken. After the veggies and bay leaf simmered for several minutes in the stock I added the chicken and some homemade noodles that I found in the frozen food section at the market. I cut up a loaf of French bread and dinner was ready in no time flat! The family gave dinner rave reviews and polished everything off! Sandra Lee has nothing on me!