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)
I bought these overalls at the flea market on Columbus Avenue when I was in high school; loved them then, love them still.
I think adding a fresh coat of paint is such a lovely, inexpensive way to brighten up your home for the spring.
The first two years after I moved back to New York, Kendrick and I lived in a 300-square-foot one-bedroom in Hell's Kitchen. It had a dishwasher, which was great (the new place does not), but 300 square feet does not a functional relationship make.
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.
