Scenes From The Weekend

Food. Art. Not much of anything else.

I was battling a cold this weekend (feels like it's on its way out, yippee!) so most of my time was spent recuperating around the house, save for a delicious taco dinner at my cousin's Lower East Side apartment on Friday night and a friend's chocolate tasting birthday party on Saturday afternoon. I am so grateful to have had Monday off to catch up on rest, which is exactly what I did.

I finally got around to hanging/rearranging new art and baking a batch of cinnamon rolls. Early last week, I caught a whiff of one on the train and practically went into convulsions with a visceral craving. Proud to say that between the two of us, T and I polished off that entire plate on Sunday morning. Not more than three hours later, a tray full of Mexican take-out turned us into bona-fide gluttons. It was also a weekend of indulgent television (Miss America pageant! Golden Globes! House Hunters marathon!). Tiho retaliated with two afternoons of nonstop NFL. (Hence, a golden opportunity to rearrange the art).

I'm feeling as ready as I can for the week ahead. This NY Times article about what matters in the end made me smile. Give it a glance if you have a few minutes: quality read.

P.S. That Matisse script is from one of my art books. I'm thinking of framing copies of those two pages. So beautiful.