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Living For The Weekend

Living for the Weekend: 30/1/15

Living For The WeekendAlexandra kingComment

This weekend ushered in February, and more cold and snow to Brooklyn. Isaac makes fun of me and (what he considers) my typically British obsession with the weather, but one thing's for sure, the older I get, the more cold blooded I seem to become, and the more brutal the winter feels. Any tips, dear readers, on how to beat the winter blues? I'm feeling so cold and miserable.

My seasonal crankiness aside, we did our best. On Friday I made this fail proof dinner party dish and we hosted some friends from London at our place. Then, on Sunday, Isaac spent the whole morning making his famous nachos and we skidded across town in a cab, with giant bowls of guacamole perched on our knees, to a super bowl party in Williamsburg. Highlights included lots of shouting and protestations over fumbles and catches, as well as major giggles from all during Katy Perry's half-time show. Those dancing sharks got me good. All in all, a good weekend. Only 46 days until Spring (laugh-cries).

A  Friday night in. Hanging out by the snacks, cuddling the cat. Story of my life. My shirt (now sadly sold out) is from  Ace & Jig

A  Friday night in. Hanging out by the snacks, cuddling the cat. Story of my life. My shirt (now sadly sold out) is from Ace & Jig

The famous nachos. I can confirm these are delicious.

The famous nachos. I can confirm these are delicious.

Admiring his masterpiece

Admiring his masterpiece

Laughing at Katy Perry's hilarious backing dancers

Laughing at Katy Perry's hilarious backing dancers

The tension was high

The tension was high

Happy friends

Happy friends

Really nailing the couple shot

Really nailing the couple shot

Living for the Weekend: 24/1/15

New York City, Living For The Weekend, Food and DrinkAlexandra kingComment

January is the cruellest month. The holidays are long gone, the big beckoning bully that is February is all that is next. It's cold. Grey. You've got no cash and everyone that does is instagramming photos from weekend breaks to Aruba. Damn them, and damn January. This weekend I woke up feeling utterly defeated and then, in turn, determined to do all that I could to keep my spirits high, which, in this instance, led (naturally) to joyfully petting fat sheep in Prospect Park Zoo and conducting elaborate baking projects in my most tiny but terribly compliant kitchenette.  On this Monday, officially noted as the most depressing day of the year (weeps) I can look back at this weekend  with at least a little fondness, and remember that January will soon be over. We got this, okay?

A snowy Prospect Park.

A snowy Prospect Park.

Burrs and brrrs.

Burrs and brrrs.

Making Butter Horns, recipe  here

Making Butter Horns, recipe here

So porny. These were so delicious I had to give them away to stop me from eating the entire batch.

So porny. These were so delicious I had to give them away to stop me from eating the entire batch.

Maxine and the winter sun.

Maxine and the winter sun.

Because after all that, you need this.   P.S  Those curls

Because after all that, you need this. 

P.S

Those curls