I’m very keen on long weekends. I look forward to them for months. And then I get a Friday and a Monday off and I sink into putty-like depression. It’s the being thrown right out of routine that does it I think. And perhaps the sugar overload. And red wine drinking.
Easter was spent on a lovely farm in Dullstroom, eating, drinking and talking myself into a state of shut-down.
On the plus side, the pomegranate rice dish I made was delicious and had meat-eaters queuing up for seconds.
Now just to get back into my work week. I think I need an evening ashtanga practice and this:
Looks delectable right? Find the recipe here.