My friend Angie and I ventured out into the new-fallen snow, against the wishes of our husbands. We are wild, wild women who cannot be contained by our significant others. We had a blast, one of us tromping on snowshoes, the other plowing along on back-country skis. Then we came home to an early dinner we’d been planning and hungering for for days. Roasted brussels sprouts and the piece de resistance: stuffed portabello mushrooms. It was delicious.