What a week.
Meat-and-Potatoes-Guy and I spent the first part of it camped out in our finished basement, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and chips, courtesy of Hurricane Sandy (if you don’t live in the U.S., check out the unbelievable photos of the devastation to the East Coast).
We have a very tall, sturdy, healthy 60-year-old oak tree only a few feet from our house that leans directly above our second floor bedroom.
And we couldn’t believed how it swayed, like some delicate flower, in the howling winds, looking ready to topple over into our roof any second. (The tree survived the storm, and I hope all readers in Sandy’s path are equally safe and sound).
Later in the week: Halloween, which always means resolving not to eat any candy meant for trick-or-treaters.
And then caving and sneaking way too much chocolate.
So I thought this Cod…
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