Since one would not want dinner to be lonely, dessert was a necessity. I am proud to say that I made my first real chocolate chip cookies. Real, meaning that they contain quality chocolate chunks instead of the too-sweet chocolate chip alternative. I will never go back, especially since chopping chocolate bars is a breeze. Cookies contain so much sugar as it is, why not just focus on adding chocolately richness? The Flour cookbook, the darling of the media and food lovers alike, was my guide.
Lastly, after much tinkering the guys successfully replicated a certain cocktail that we became quite attached to on a recent trip to this Brooklyn bar. Prosecco, crème de cassis, amaro, and two vermouths? I've never met a bubbly cocktail I did not adore. Here's to a staycation of a weekend.