It almost never snows in Portland. We get plenty of snow on the nearby mountains, but in the city itself, it’s rare. And when it does snow, it lasts all of a few hours if we are lucky. I woke up this morning, opened the blinds, and saw this:
It doesn’t look like much – because it wasn’t. A few hours later the sun was shining and the only indication that it had snowed was the frigid temperature. Now? It’s raining.
Fun and yummy recipe post coming up tomorrow!!! Get excited!