I was very lucky to have spent a fabulous Easter break in New York. Ostensibly, I was there for a friend’s wedding but after the happy couple had departed for the sunny shores of Mexico (first class I might add – no jealousy after my sincerely tacky flight involving a broken seat, grumpy flight attendant and one TV for the whole of economy), hubby and I decided to stay in Manhattan for a few days. Over Easter. Now, religion, fluffy rabbits and spring blossoms aside, everyone knows what Easter is all about – chocolate! And although NYC is renowned for shopping, skylines, great coffee and celeb-spotting, on the chocolate front it’s not so great – dry, tasteless (or worse, sickeningly oversweet). So, I spent Easter Sunday thoroughly disappointed and chocolateless. Instead I indulged in what New Yorkers do very well indeed – Sunday brunches. And accompanied by delicious cucumber mint mojitos, chocolate was quickly forgotten.
Back in the office yesterday and was thrilled to see one of our charming authors had popped in last week, and brought us a lovely box of chocolates. Thank you Margaret! It’s good to be back.
Lara Crisp, Managing Editor