A rustic, open-faced sandwich drizzled with honey and cracked pepper.
It's getting really complicated around here. Our fifth storm of the season arrived with a wallop last night and conversations at work have taken on new levels of strategic intricacy:
"I'm planning on driving in after rush hour and get a snow pass for my car to leave it in the garage over night and then I'll take the early train home because the snow storm is supposed to hit just as the evening rush hour begins. If I can't make it in tomorrow on the train then I'll have to work from home and hope the power doesn't go out again."
When you work for a news organization that doesn't recognize "snow days," surrendering to the weather is not an option. Ever. This is why I keep wading through blizzards wearing my ski goggles on my way to the train. (Strangely, whenever I wear my goggles walking down the sidewalk neighbors out shoveling always say hello to me and tell me what good idea I had to wear my goggles. These are people I don't know. I'm not making this up. Try it sometime.)
So. Since we have no control over the complicated weather, this calls for simple food. Really, really simple food. Like blue cheese melted on sourdough toast, slabs of thick bacon, drizzled with honey, and sprinkled with cracked pepper. If you want to get fancy, you can brush each side of the sourdough bread with olive oil and broil it for 2 minutes a side in the oven. Or just toast it in your toaster. Whatever you want. Do I need to say more? No, I do not.