They got up steam and proceeded calmly to the north where there seemed to be no people, but only mountains, lakes, reedy snow-filled steppes, and winter gods who played with storms and stars. ~Mark Helprin, A Winter’s Tale

(The winter gods have been playing well Up North. The tundra is buried in snow, but beautifully. Just as I am buried in the work of cookbook, but beautifully, happily. I’ll be back again with recipes, stories, and pictures soon.)