I’m the kind of girl who will pick a ski trip over a beach vacation any day and I look forward to our annual trip almost as much as I look forward to Christmas. I absolutely love the thrill of the first time off the lift, the bite of the cold air on my face as I race down the slopes and of course, that first sip of a warm aprés ski cocktail in front of the fire. Our trip to New Hampshire this year was filled with fresh snow, lazy brunches and lots and lots of red wine. Full trip recap coming soon but for now, I will leave you with this sweet little recipe.
Diane and I have spent a weekend in NYC almost every summer since our paths crossed during a semester in England eight years ago. One of the things that we credit for keeping our long distance friendship alive is our mutual love for Gossip Girl. The scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite inevitably influence our summer trips and this weekend was no exception.