I read an anecdote the other day that the reason the South lost the Civil War, was because an inch of snow fell on the ground and no one knew what to do. It's kinda funny, even though every state has some kind of cultural insult when it comes to handling cold and snow. And with good reason. If we didn't joke about it, we'd go nuts.
It's true, here in Charlotte, NC we maybe see two days of snow a year. And yes, we close everything as soon as one white flake is jettisoned from the clouds. But when you live in a place where the sun shines nearly all the time, it doesn't make sense to invest in the kind of blizzard-busting equipment that say, Minnesota has in it's winter arsenal. It's just so much easier to say, "Oh my! God has dusted my front yard with the prettiest little smattering of white stuff. It might mess up my pink flats if I venture out into it's verdant and billowy mush, so I think I'll cook something gooey, and re-watch Season 1 through 4 of Downton Abby."
You know you'd say that if you lived here.
So, for the last few weeks, during the ice storms, flurries, and generally chilly as well icky weather, I have been cooking. And it has been gooey, too. Loaded with cheese, cream and butter, I've gone all out to help myself forget that actually, I don't even own pink flats.
Take a look:
Want to see how each dish came together? Check out this slide show below.