January is a weird month for me. I start it strong carried on a wave of warm fuzzies from Christmas and New Years, and all of my boys' birthdays, then exit the month sleepy and befuddled by the constant palette of whites and greys outside the window with the occasional glimpse of brown. My grandma describes January's weather as being like a fake smile: blue skies that belie the bone chilling cold. Maybe there's a thaw with a tantalizing peek of green mush under all the white. Maybe. Mostly, I feel the need to hibernate. Bears have this one right. This comes at the same time that the decadence and richness of the holiday diet winds down. View Post