i made my way to the north end, to get some cannolis for italian night at my place. that, plus the spaghetti and meatballs i'd be making for dinner, as well as julie's rosemary & sea salt bread sticks. i was hoping it'd snow, but no such luck. however, it was surprisingly cold. it was lightly crowded at mike's pastry, i got two boxes of cannolis, one for the office, one for tonight (a grand total of $20 for 8 cannolis). on my way back, i got one of those new england maple cheddar sandwich, as advertised on television by new red sox pitcher curt schilling: "the sandwich features a hearty egg with a sweet maple-flavored sausage patty, topped with a slice of melted sargento mild cheddar cheese. the sandwich is served warm, on a freshly baked croissant." i know some of you probably ran away in fear when you read "sausage patty." how was the sandwich though? it was okay, and i only paid $1 for it, but it tastes just like any number of processed breakfast sandwiches.

wouldn't you know it, as soon as i got back to the office, it started snowing. just a little at first, then gradually increasing, until it looked like it was "raining" snow. when i went home, the snow came down as painful crystal shards of ice swirling around the air.

i got some groceries and came back home, right around the time when julie arrived (by foot, she didn't want to lose her sweet somerville parking spot, especially when it's snow emergency night). while julie made the breadsticks, i made the golfball-sized meatballs. i've never made spaghetti and meatballs before. it reminds me of school lunches for some reason (maybe because that was the only time in my life where i ate a lot of that stuff). who would've thought you needed bread crumbs? and an egg? i then tried to cook them in a pan, but they were slow to cook so julie suggested dumping them with the pasta sauce, letting everything simmer.

after dinner, i left with julie, she went home, i trudged my way through the snow down to the charles river, looking for photo opportunities. conditions were terrible, wet and windy, snow blowing everything, hard to keep the camera dry. there was really nothing to see, and i ended up taking the last outbound train to porter square. coming back home, i shoveled the sidewalk before finally getting out of my wet clothes and preparing for bed.