So there we were, watching a DVD of Corpse Bride, and it's raining and blustery outside, and I didn't know the wind could blow that hard, but we don't live on a treacherous hillside with 60-year-old electric wires anymore, so I figured we're safe, and... suddenly...
Power out all over Marin.
100-mph gusts. Hail. Sheets of rain. Tree branches blowing into the patio.
And we hadn't had supper yet! Dang, I had plans for that shrimp stock in the freezer... a little angel-hair pasta... Well, maybe later.
So Cranky opened a couple of cans and groped by flashlight for the nice vinegars and oils, far nicer than this salad deserved, but it tasted so good in the darkness (power didn't come back on until this morning).
I had to use the flash attachment to get this impromptu picture. Heh, there's a spare flashlight.
(Oh! What is that book she's reading?)