so, unbeknownst to me, there is this great alice in wonderland sculpturegym on the east side of central park. (my provincial dt/ws would, perhaps, explain that ignorance a bit...) that's nut of it.
anyway, last night, after fetching andrew after work and falling madly in love with this desperately fabulous orange jacket
we were dilly-dallying our way home up the park, enjoying the splendid evening in the city, and he took me to this marvellous monument of youthful urban literati, and - be still, my beating heart! - i happily played like a four year old for a good twenty minutes. (ahem, so did he.)how fun is this! a rabbit to kiss!
we also made a quite delcious coq au vin, but i need to ask emma why skipping steps two through six (or rather, ignoring them and reworking them differently due to the creative license reasonably brought on by the delicious vino nobile da montepulciano, where, of course, we should return and re-drink under that hazy tuscan sun) made no noticable effect on our little feast. although, it was a tiny bit too liquidy (well, very) but we decided next time that it's the perfect way to make a risotto to go-go with it. that'll work, right?
mmm. and delicious cheddar-chive-jack biscuits on the side. i'm going to enjoy a scrumptious lunch of leftovers oggi.
2 comments:
that's it. i need to be in nyc! that's all there is to it.
alice and wonderland? fantastic orange jackets?
i'm so jealous.
yes please.
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