horchata de chufa

Oh my, I love horchata!

Back to Spain


This past weekend, there’s nowhere else I would have rather been than in New York. Not the beach, not the country, not a foreign city, not nowhere. It was that perfect weather kind of weekend when you can enjoy stumbling around the city without any set plans. You can spend the afternoon in your friends’ backyard/garden in Park Slope, playing with your other friends’ insanely cute dachshunds, Jim and Pam,  then traipse around with a solid wine buzz looking for a good Thai restaurant until you settle on gourmet pizza instead – because when are you not happy with pizza? (Especially at Franny’s. Ava and my pizza barely even had any CHEESE –  but it did have something called garlic scrapes – and dayummm it was good.) Finally, you can round off the weekend by taking a jog down the West Side highway dressed like the Flight Crew (Jets…

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