use real butter

Last night, we couldn’t decide what to do today – to downhill ski at Eldora, to tele ski at Eldora, or to cross country ski at Brainard. I wasn’t keen on going to Eldora just yet, after all it is opening weekend and only a small percentage of their runs are open. We packed up the skis and dog and set off for Brainard Lake, the staging ground for many excellent hikes and climbs. The road is now closed at the gate and people were hiking, snow shoeing, and skiing in. Parts of the road were so melted out that there were only thin sheets of ice to ski across (instead of rutting up on the asphalt). But other parts, and especially off the road, there was nice deep powder.

**Jump for more butter**

I had to postpone plans for the crusted pork roast tonight because I don’t think Jeremy can taste anything. He certainly couldn’t smell any of the shampoos I was choosing among at the store. Although he seemed to enjoy the aged Irish cheddar at Whole Foods I made him sample. And since I hadn’t tried a diet soda in about ten years when I thought it tasted like crap, I tried one today – and reconfirmed that it tastes like crap. UGH! That stuff is so disgusting. It makes me want to take a papertowel and wipe my tongue. Dinner was fish tacos. Mmmm how I love cabbage, lime, corn, and battered fish. I used to make my own beer-battered fish (grouper is excellent) for fish tacos, but these days I find seafood in Boulder to be prohibitively expensive at the one place I dare to buy it from: Whole Paycheck Foods.