Little House in the Big City

Polar vortex, snowmaggedon, bombogenesis…whatever you call it, this has been one cold, snowy winter. Even the DGLM office closed early due to blizzard conditions last week! Well I, and anyone else who grew up reading the Little House on the Prairie series, am undaunted by this harsh winter. Thanks to Laura Ingalls and her family, I am more than ready to twist hay into braids to be burnt in the stove, and fill my pockets with baked potatoes for warmth.

Okay, so some of these measures might be unnecessary – there aren’t a lot of clotheslines to be found between my apartment and the subway line, unfortunately. But I was pleased to discover that one Little House winter delight is still alive and well: Molasses Snow Candy! You can read the recipe there on the official Little House website, and if you’re still skeptical, check out this blog post from a mom who tried it out for herself with her kids.

I can’t wait for the next big snowstorm so that I can try this out for myself! (Maybe Laura Ingalls would be brave enough to eat week-old NYC snow, but not I!) In the meantime, I’m taking this quiz to find out what Little House girl I would be, and visiting the Union Square farmer’s market to look for molasses.

Anyone else secretly wishing they could spend the winter in a log cabin? What are your favorite winter survival tips from books?

3 Responses to Little House in the Big City

  1. jeffo says:

    I was going to say, I’d be real careful about that NYC snow! And bombogenesis is one of my new favorite words. Stay warm!

  2. Kevin A. Lewis says:

    Ahhh, the warmth of a crackling fire on a long winter night; the family gathered in the flickering light to share tales of their honest day’s labor along with fond memories of long ago…Meanwhile, in the nearby forest the children of the night make their music with a long, mournful howl that eddies and rises on the bitter Carpathian wind as-wait a minute, there’s been a terrible mistake; I thought we were in Kansas-no, I’m sure the plum brandy is excellent, but I just remembered a pressing dental appointment in Palm Springs…(Scotty, get me outta here***********)

  3. D. C. DaCosta says:

    When I was ten my class read “My Side of the Mountain” by Jean Craighead George. I was impressed by the idea of burrowing down in the leaves that filled the hollow tree…keeping warm just as if one were a squirrel.

    Of course, re-reading it as an adult the book seemed entirely preposterous in every particular (I’m not even sure that leaves would keep you warm). But my ten-year-old self was charmed, and I remember the book fondly for the adventure and sense of the POSSIBLE that it gave a shy kid.

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