The weirdest search term yet showed up on my blog stats today: “muddy high heels lostin mud” What?
The first NYC snowfall of the season happened on Saturday night. I may not be a very sentimental person–I do not look forward to holiday music, my halls are not decked, and as much as I enjoy my yearly advent calendar, 1 window everyday turns into several windows every 3 or 4 days–but snow falling in the city put me in a holiday mood of sorts. Craving the smell of pine and baked goods, I set to work on a batch of Christmas sugar cookies.
My cooking companion-
If you are looking for a dry rosé, this is it.
My flour. This stuff reminds me of home-
After the dough chilled for an hour, I rolled it out onto a piece of parchment paper and got to work cutting out my shapes. I have no idea where these cookie cutters came from. Maybe they were stolen from my mom.
That was enough Christmas cheer for one day; the cookies remained unadorned.
There were more than enough to get James through his thesis revisions.
On Sunday, I went for the longest run since my half marathon. 1 mile to the park and the 6 mile loop. The chilly weather is perfect for running. And to think that I was worried about running outside in the cold. Now I am dreading the summer heat. Ask me again how I feel about running outside when the temperatures really start to drop.
James and I fueled for our run with a salad (lettuce, tomatoes, herbs, oil & vinegar, goat cheese, walnuts) and almond butter and jelly sandwich on peasant sourdough bread.
Mexico will continue tomorrow.