I had to go to the grocery store today. It was, of course, full of all the little old ladies and old guys who go to the grocery store only when it snows. I had an excuse--I am having company over the weekend, so I don't count.
The dairy shelves, particularly, looked as if they had been visited by a joint committee of Vandals, Goths, and Visigoths. Store employees were re-stocking as fast as they could.
Why do some people only buy milk, eggs, and bread when it snows? Is there some kind of an atavistic urge to to make bread pudding in bad weather?