Kendrick spent the entirety of yesterday in bed with a fever, only emerging to sort of halfheartedly watch Arnold Schwarzenegger films (totally loving the new James Cameron category on Movies On Demand) and force down some of the super-simple soup that I make whenever anyone, anywhere is sick. If you are similarly afflicted, it will cure you. I promise.
What you need:
1 chicken breast, cut into small pieces (optional)
Olive oil (optional; you only need it if you're using chicken)
Gabrielle and I spent Friday afternoon taste-testing a variety of absinthe preparations (all using her homemade recipe), and I was pleasantly surprised to discover how delicious absinthe is.
Saturday started with brunch a deux at one of my favorite spots, Essex, on the LES. It's definitely a scene - and one of the louder places I've ever been in my life (very odd acoustics in that place) - but you can't beat $18 for a fantastic meal plus three (!) Bloody Marys or mimosas.
I arrived home from the Sophie Elgort event around 9:30, half-starving, only to find my husband in the same condition...and almost nothing in our refrigerator.
On Saturday morning, Kendrick and I hit the 9th Avenue Food Festival. On our way there, we realized that this exact festival - on this exact day, three years ago - was the site of one of our very first dates.
