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).