Which means after a terrible live shot attempt in video journalism class (I said "the blizzard people" instead of "city officials"), I rushed back home to change into my jammies and have some hot apple cider. It's my first blizzard EVER. (Reminder: I come from the snowless place of Los Angeles).
So tomorrow is my first snow day, and the school-less agenda includes but is not limited to: Hot chocolate, snow forts, snow angels, snow men, snowball fights and sleep. Lots of it. And maybe some dulce de leche. I bought a jar from Whole Foods last weekend and it has taken all my will power to refrain from eating it with a spoon like ice cream. I had it with a muffin yesterday, so I'd say I'm doing okay.
As of now, the wind is banging against my window and I am wrapped up in my yellow blanket from when I was a kid. There's supposed to be 20 inches of snow tomorrow, but I think my dulce de leche and I can handle it.
Dulce de leche cookies (Alfajores)
Adapted from epicurious.com