I've just returned home from one-and-a-half month trip to NY. As always, I fell in love with the city and all of the impressions. I didn't do everything I wanted, but I sure did a lot of things I didn't set out to do, which ended in good times. All in all, I had a fantastic time and I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity. But for now, I must admit that it is good to be home. One of the things I bought was a vinyl of Jack White's album "Blunderbuss" - so of course I had to listen to it the day I got home. I've heard it before (on repeat on spotify!), but it feels good owning things I really adore. I can recommend it to everybody! Seriously, RUN out and get it, ladies and gentlemen - it is that good.
One of the absolute best things of summer: potatoes.
I am not talking about the regular, large and grainy potatoes - you know, the ones where you overcook them and they taste like mushy dirt. Oh no, I'm talking about the freshly dug, small monstrosities that have an ugly exterior but is a superior potato in every way that is possible.