A light dusting of snow and the gathering dusk has produced a rather cold-looking landscape study in black and white. After the lushness of the tropical rain forest this stark coldness is particularly hard to deal with. TPP has spent much of the day cooking, preparations for some Tico food for his students' "picture party" to cap off the semester in a few days and some curried meatballs for din-dins today. Corms and rhizomes drying and curing in the basement were packed into some cocoa shells and stored in a cool spot. For some reason, TPP has had a very difficult time reconnecting to the calendar and upcoming events. Mrs. Phactor has taken to giving me a daily briefing, to-do lists, and then a quiz. When given direct orders, he's doing OK. Will you make me a New York cocktail, please? Yes, my dear. What a good choice. First, take 2 oz of bourbon, 1 oz lemon juice, and 1/2 oz simple syrup and shake with ice. Then pour on the rocks. Then float an oz of dry red wine on the top. It's super nice looking and pretty simple to make. As you drink the mixing changes the taste. Will you please feed the kitty-girls? Yes, my dear. Kibble equals happiness. If TPP stays helpful, he may not get put out in such nasty weather.