So. Blizzards in Wisconsin.
Kind of different than the Rocky Mountain kind.
Everything is wet. And white. And oh my god I was supposed to go in and open the store this morning, but, uh, frankly, I drive a very small Hyundai, and I don’t want to die for this job.
I will save my near-death experiences for, you know, when I’m cooking on a boat in the South Pacific, and writing my Bourdain-style travelogue.
But not for a taco shop.
Staying home. Everyone stays home today.