I just returned from a whirlwind 4-day trip to London, during which I made no plans besides reservations, and essentially just ate meals, walked them off and then ate more meals. Truly a spectacular and restorative few days for someone who likes to eat – and loves London, especially during the holidays – as I do. Their holiday decorations city-wide (Angels flying over Piccadilly Circus! Metallic orbs bobbing down Oxford Street! An insane Winter Wonderland with a full Bavarian Village in Hyde Park!) make New York City’s attempt at festivities look laughable, as I grimly noted on my way to work on Thursday morning. As usual, the one thing that made me ready to come home was the prospect of cooking in my kitchen.
