This post is addressed to one person in particular. Feel free to read it anyway, but it will certainly not make as much sense…

Last week, Mother Nature remembered the snow switch. Ever since, it snowed daily.I don’t mind snow all that much, I just wrap myself in a warm blanket and think about the poor Danes hoping to get a little.

Today was my only day off before a marathon of 10 days of work… I had to go grocery shopping in order to survive my 12h shifts. And of course, instead of a nice minus 5 or 10 degrees, Mom Nature had other plans for me.

With the wind factor, we are enjoying a nice minus 30. I hate cold. I hate it when the little hairs in my nose stick together when I breathe in the crisp freezing air.

But I didn’t have a choice, so I dressed as if I was planning a hike in Antarctica, and headed for the grocery store.

I swear that what happened is genuine.

I needed veggies for many recipes, and among these, I absolutely needed carrots. I usually buy bags of 2 or 5 pounds. Even after walking around a few times in the vegetables department all I could find was 10 pounds bags.

That’s a shitload of carrots.

But it seems the carrot harvest was especially good this fall in Québec, because the bags were only 2$ each. So I had a choice to make; was I going to do without carrots for almost two weeks, or did I buy more carrots than I could handle?

I remembered the tale of a half Viking who was known for having defeated a similar load of orange veggies. It wasn’t an easy task, but he had succeeded… It inspired me, and I left the store with my carrots and a will to honor the memory of that brave Scandinavian soup maker.

I couldn’t help taking a picture of my loot once back home (it would have been weird to do it in the store)

Wish me luck 😉