How did you spend your Independence Day long weekend? Eating hot dogs with mustard and relish, drinking way too many ice cold beers and watching Team USA kick ass in the Women’s World Cup? I hope you did. That’s kind of how I’d planned to spend mine, but some turmoil in the ol’ personal life sent me to a weird, but not wholly unexpected, place that involved a lot of intense exercise, incredibly overly ambitious kitchen projects (even for me) and manic socializing.
The tail end of winter is always tough. Daylight savings has kicked in (and I’m not going to complain about sunlight at 7pm) but the temperatures are still hovering in the 40s and I see a few snowflakes in the forecast. It’s been about four months of root vegetables on heavy rotation, soups galore and a LOT of lentils. So many lentil salads- three of them have made it onto this blog so far and I’m embarrassed to admit there’s another coming in the next week or so! But with the arrival of March, all I can think about is asparagus season, dining al fresco and taking the water-logged cover off the grill.
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.
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