It's Sunday night. Today we had our first snow of the season. When I woke up this morning and looked out my window, the sky was full of fat white flakes. It was that kind of snow that either melts and disappears or freezes into a slick, icy surface. Either way it was beautiful and welcome. A herald of the winter that is just beginning to unfurl here in the Northeast. For dinner tonight we ordered in pizza. It had a thin, chewy crust and was heavy with cheese, sausage, mushrooms and onions. All of the major food groups were basically represented and the meal was washed down with a rich Anderson's Conn Valley Vineyards Napa Valley Cabernet from 2001. There was football in the background, cats lounging on radiators and a happy dog in the background. What more could a person ask for on this first and snowy Sunday in December?