So this happened today.
I might or might not have chosen the COLDEST DAY we've experienced thus far while living in the Northeast (it was -15 degrees when I got up this morning and we were under a wind chill warning for temps around the -40 degrees region) to slide my truck off a hill and into a snowbank. And get it completely and utterly stuck.
Yeah, I might have done that.
Not going to lie, it's been kind of a rough morning/day...
A quick rundown of the events:
1. Got up at my usual time to get ready for work and went out to warm up the truck.
2. Gave the truck 20 minutes to warm up. So far so good.
3. Thought I would have no problems going DOWN the hill to work since we hadn't had snow since last week and the snow plows had been out. Did not take into consideration the fact that the bitterly cold temperatures turned the drifting snow into some kind of terrible freeze-dried slicker-than-snot mess.
4. Started down the hill and immediately realized my mistake but couldn't turn around (and this was all at 4:30 a.m. in the dark, by the way).
5. Thought if I could just manage to go slowly enough and not apply the brakes too much I could make it down alright. Annnnddd...no. The truck was way too heavy.
6. Slid with slow-motion gusto down the hill you see featured in the photos, spun around a few times, and then came to a stop in the waist-high snowbank you can see.
7. At no point did I feel scared of the truck flipping...I was honestly going too slowly for it to do much more than slide off the road. I even told my Mom later on that all I remember thinking was, "Well, crap. Hope I don't hit that electric pole."
8. Fortunately, I did not hit the electric pole.
9. Got out, assessed the situation and tried vainly for about 5 minutes to get unstuck.
10. Walked back up the hill to the house. In the stupid cold.
11. Woke Chris up.
12. Bundled up again, took Subaru down the hill, and gave it a go. The Subaru did its best, but just wasn't having it (which we suspected would happen).
13. Went back to the house to wait for daylight.
14. Called our generous and kind neighbor. He graciously offered to come pull the truck out.
Can I tell you how incredibly grateful I am to have really kind neighbors?? Also, the truck seems to be no worse for wear. (Fingers crossed.) It was kind of hard to tell when it's so stupidly cold outside so a more thorough examination will have to come at a later date.
All of this to explain the lack of food and a recipe today. Because it was my original intent to go to the store after work to get ingredients necessary to make today's recipe.
But, I am tired and it is cold and I just don't feel like trying to tackle the roads again today.
Sometimes you just have to call it like you see it.
Happy Monday, my friends. Hope it is a good, good, good one for you.
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