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.