Over a foot of snow on the ground here at Chez Me at 1:00 p.m. and still coming furiously down, millions (billions? dumptruckteen? Where is Carl Sagan when you need him?) of angry little sideways-blown flakes. The cats are unimpressed. Today’s eatin’ in Wheaton, for us, features fresh-baked chocolate chip “cowboy” cookies (thank you, Mrs. Me!) and grilled cheese sandwiches, quality homemade snowstorm food.