Jameson was up in Boston again this week for work, and took Fab along with him. I made the journey up on Friday night after work to join them, and spend the night at our favourite Boston hotel, The Fairmont Copley Plaza. Saturday morning, we nabbed Aaron before heading off on a road trip to Cape Cod. It is a little past peak season, and many summer establishments are more or less in the tail ends of operations before closing for the winter. Personally, I am actually glad we waited until fall to explore the Cape because the New England colors made for a seriously breathtaking drive. So regardless of the timing we LOVED every second of our mini vacation. The beauty of the ocean, the quirkiness of the Ptown and the sheer, utter friendliness of the people blew us away. It was the perfect weekend escape from the city. We didn’t do much other than scout out places to eat, sip wine by the fire pit and walk the beach. It was perfection in its truest form. Our recommendations for a quick weekend getaway in Cape Cod would have to be:
Jay walked in the door from an 8 day business trip in time for us to catch the sunset. So I managed to wrangle him (with oodles of protests) to come out with me to try some of the things we have been learning in my photography elective. He was a little uncomfortable being the focus of my attention for any length of time, but nonetheless we was a mildly willing participant and the sunset really steals the show anyway.
Next step: mastering flash so my night imagery doesn’t come out so dark. Enjoy the view from Harlem as the sun sets over Jersey.
Today is Martin Luther King day here in the US of A, and I am days away from the commencement of semester two (hooray!). I have been a touch under the weather, which resulted in my first taste of the American healthcare system (but more about that later with a new recipe to sweeten the deal) As such I laid pretty low for Friday and Saturday as I regroup and organized for the coming semester. However, we made up for all the lazing over the remainder of the long weekend. Starting with our weekly Sunday morning ritual of Tim Hortons (Canadian Pride) and church at Hillsong NYC with the always wonderful Alyssa and Erin.
We closed out Sunday night with dinner at RedFarm and a stroll through the West Village with the stunning Robyn (no seriously, she is stunning. Like professionally stunning as in being utterly gorgeous is her career) and her exceptional boyfriend, Peter. The combination of engaging company, steaming seaweed infused green tea and a spectacular sunset over Jersey made it one of those evenings that make your world a little brighter and your heart a little happier.
As for today, I have been bustling around in our quaint kitchen whipping up a fresh batch of cookies to welcome my darling friend Meredith to the neighborhood. I haven’t dared a baking endeavor since we moved south of the border, simply out of fear that I no longer have access to my well stocked kitchen which most importantly includes my sexy, stainless steel Kitchenaid mixer. All my normal culinary tools are tucked away in boxes after they didn’t make cut for what we could cram into the cute crossover we drove across the country to our new manhattan home. So these delectable cookies were done old school. Butter creamed by hand and batter batted with old fashioned sweat and muscle strength. Turns out you need very little to make exceptional cookies -so whatever your kitchen looks like enjoy these moist, soft wonderful treats.
Well I didn’t loathe Nebraska. When we were mapping our route and divulging it to friends and family we fielded a plethora of slander against the prairie drive and Nebraska on whole. It got to the point that when explaining our route I began to beguile that we had to stop somewhere between Boulder and Chicago so Omaha it was. However, I found the drive beautiful. Hundreds of of scorpions lining the I-80 kept us entertained for 50 miles as they bravely tried to scuttle across 4 lanes. The wild sunflowers that decorated the ditch of the road add a touch of whimsy. The open air, bright blue skies soaring above and wide spreading fields made the perfect back drop as we coasted, listening to and endless stream of radio lab and CBC (go Canada!) podcasts. As for Omaha, the sunset was stunning and any city with a Chipotle and Trader Joes is good in my books. Maybe it is the company I am in because I have yet to find a place I don’t enjoy when I am with Jay but I truly do think there is a lot of beauty to be found in Nebraska.
Now on to two nights in Chicago!