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Sunday, February 7, 2010

Snow day 3

Reports are trickling in of the existence of readers who profess to enjoy this Snowpocalypse journal and want more of it. Perhaps they are having me on, as the Brits say.

Speaking of the Brits, You Don’t Say notes with sadness the death last week at age 89 of Ian Carmichael, the gifted British comedy actor who, in a long career on stage, in films, and on television, notably portrayed Bertie Wooster in adaptations of P.G. Wodehouse novels and Lord Peter Wimsey in adaptations of Dorothy Sayers’s mysteries. To have given innocent pleasure to so many for so long is one of the happiest of epitaphs.

In local entertainment news, we at 5516 Plymouth Road have been working through the complete Freaks and Geeks, which Kathleen bought at Barnes and Noble on the eve of the storm after she saw more than fifty people in line at one of the few remaining Blockbusters. I commend it to you as a salutary reminder not to grow nostalgic about high school.

The snow ceased about four o’clock yesterday afternoon, leaving us with an accumulation of twenty-four to twenty-six inches. We have cleared and kept clear the walk from the front door to the street and the front sidewalk, and also a path from the rear door to the garage. Shortly, instead of plunging into the fun of explaining paregmenon,* I will shoulder shovel and begin the work of clearing the snow between the garage and the street.

Mayor Rawlings-Blake has tweeted this morning that the city plows will begin clearing the secondary streets by midday. That does not leave me optimistic, because we have not seen a plow on Plymouth Road more than two or three times in the past twenty-two years. I will be surprised if we can get to a clear street by Tuesday.

Supplies are holding out. Potato-leek soup and tuna melt for lunch yesterday, chicken with white sauce and broccoli with farfalle at dinner. The goal, since eating is one of our principal activities, appears to be to create tasty meals while dirtying every pot and utensil in the kitchen. I leave it to you to guess who has scullery duty.

At Trinity Episcopal in Towson and Memorial Episcopal in Bolton Hill, a few sturdy parishioners are trudging through the drifts to read Morning Prayer in the absence of the clergy. Here, the family is sleeping in, the cats are dozing still, and all are warm and secure.



*Paregmenon is a figure of speech in which a word or its cognates are repeated in a short sentence: Youth is wasted on the young. Now you know.

11 comments:

  1. Good gravy, you've adopted "snowpocalypse"? Baltimore is such a sad place to panic every time weather happens. Sorry to see you supporting such pathetic panic. Boo.

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  2. I grew up on Colby Road in Colonial Village where there was a Plymouth Road. Is this your Plymouth Road?

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  3. And speaking of Lord Peter Wimsey, have you seen a book published a number of years ago, written by William Eakins (a retired Episcopal Priest) called The Lord Peter Wimsey Cookbook? He re-creates the menus from the Dorothy Sayers books , accompanied by the recipes for each item. Fun book...good food. He is able to capture the uniqueness of Sayer's writing and combine it with a welcome text for the kitchen shelf.

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  4. In reverse order:

    Rex Stout appended a set of recipes to one of his Nero Wolfe mysteries. I leave it to experts in cookery to determine whether Stout's Fench-informed cuisine or Sayers's English-informed cuisine is worth trying.

    Our section of Plymouth Road is just north of Hamilton Avenue, between Perring Parkway and Harford Road in Northeast Baltimore. The neighborhood has recently gotten a formal "Hamilton Hills" sign.

    Let no one say that this blog ignores its readers' wishes. Tomorrow's post will be called the Nopocalypse journal.

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  5. Any post with an Evelyn Waugh reference is a good post.

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  6. White sauce!!! Oh, it's delicious... I love it, as much as I love your Xxxxpocalypse journal.

    And I love white sauce A LOT. :)

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  7. Patricia the TerseFebruary 7, 2010 at 6:00 PM

    I'm sorry to hear of Ian Carmichael's death. He had retired a few years ago, to live quietly with his wife,an actress. I loved his Lord Peter Wimsey, a good balance, as Dorothy L. Sayers described him, as "nerves and nose." And I do have the cookbook. Great fun, and some of the recipies look reasonable. I see you have another storm warning for Tuesday. Keep warm.

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  8. Dear me, what a collection of snow reports. Don't you wish you were back in dear old dirty Syracuse, which at least has efficient municipal snow removal? Glad to hear that the supply of good grub, good booze, and good humor is holding up, at any rate.

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  9. I wish people from "the north" would stop whining about people from elsewhere not being used to feet and feet of snow. It's tedious.

    Also, I hope my Tuesday flight isn't cancelled as was my Saturday one and my Sunday one. Monday had no seats...

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  10. There is also a companion cookbook to the Aubrey-Maturin series by Patrick O'Brian. That is, in case you fancy "drowned baby" for dessert.

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  11. Try potato-leek soup made from sweet potatoes.

    Signed: Irish and allegic to white ones.

    p.s. "snopoc..etc" needs to be teamed with the Ironicon:

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