Okay folks. Let's everyone just take a deep breath and stop throwing this city into a panic. The first rain clouds have just started rolling over Manhattan, all the stores are closed, and our transportation system is completely shut-down. My sweet mother, bless her heart, tried to convince Mike and me to evacuate to southwestern Virginia. This is the same woman who outright refused to evacuate our below-sea level house on the coast of Virginia where I grew up for ANY hurricane. Exhibiting her same stubbornness, I was quick to remind her I live on the sixth floor of a pre-war brick building above sea level. And I happen to think we will be just fine.
Despite my confidence, the grocery store shelves have been barren of bread, water, flashlights, and batteries for days. The grocery order I expected to be delivered this morning was cancelled at the last minute last night. But it is okay. We have eighteen bottles of wine, six bottles of bourbon, and way too much of Mike's homebrew to count.
And since I haven't been able to buy bread for days, I woke up this morning and made up two loaves of my favorite homemade white bread. And, if do end up losing electricity and I can't make pancakes, I made a double-batch of my favorite granola, adding in some sweetened, shredded, coconut and pumpkin seeds.
Everyone stay safe. I'll see you on the other side of Irene. I need to go refill my wine glass.
I did not know this was "Pick on Mummy Day" :) At least I taught you not to panic and think clearly...AND that riding out a hurricane can be fun!
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