December 2017 to January 2018 — presumably my last real “winter break” for the foreseeable future. When am I going to get weeks off for the holidays? I obviously had to make this count. I did just that…by staying in my pajamas.
But before pajamas, I made sure to enjoy what the city has to offer.
The tree at the Met is always awe-inspiring and the attention to detail is astounding.
This bust was featured at the Michelangelo exhibit. I am not artistic, so I am quite impressed by nearly all works of art. But sculpture truly amazes me. It must take immense skill and ability to picture the completed work in your mind on an evolving basis, to be able to approach a block of marble and chip away at it until you get the final product. I imagine that covering up errors in sculpture would be a much more difficult task than covering up errors on a canvas. Each curl on this busts’s head; the wrinkles and the scowl on the face; the folds of the robe; the intensity of his eyes — it’s remarkable.
We walked down Fifth Avenue, saw the lights, and got really delicious and fatty reuben sandwiches at the Plaza Food Hall.
Of course, no walk in NYC during Christmas time is complete without THE tree. It’s very crowded when you go early on, but if you go at 9pm (which is when I went after dinner), you can walk right up to the tree without having to elbow anyone out of the way. The unseasonably cold winter New York has had may have played a part on clearing out the crowds though, if I’m being honest.
Christmas was spent at home with family, where we feasted on lobster and hot pot (with fish cakes, veggies, pork, and tofu) and a grilled steak.
I baked a cake (naturally): lemon blueberry yogurt cake.
We ate the leftovers for breakfast.
And then New York got hit with the “bomb cyclone” (ridiculous name). Temperatures dipped precipitously low (as in single-digits). Luckily for me, I had experience dressing in layers (then vs. now, left vs. right).
Break was lazy (watching The Crown, Downton Abbey, various documentaries; reading a book on the Plantagenets; baking here and there) and decadent (so.much.food) and lovely. This year didn’t involve the fancy traveling, but I still loved every moment of it.
May all winters be restful and joyful, regardless of whether one has 3-week-long breaks.