This was my weekend, basically. I’d tipped the scale a bit too much in November with two whirlwind trips to Nashville and New York, three all-nighters and a jam-packed holiday schedule (and surrounding cheese platters) that left my body physically incapable of showering yesterday. And so it was to be, the puzzle.
Can we pause for a bit and talk about how incredibly underrated puzzles are? I’ve become borderline obsessed. And when I say borderline, I mean completely I’m in a bad place with it. Like, Bee and I will be at the grocery store lingering over which kind of coconut milk we need and I get all frustrated all the sudden, thinking “What am I doing here? I’ve got a puzzle I need to get to!”
Some have plants. Or magazines. Or their favorite show. I suppose I have puzzles.
Anyway, here’s a recipe for a brilliant winter ahead: Sift together equal parts puzzle, red wine, Johnnyswim on Pandora. Serve chilled, with wool socks and sweatpants. Rinse, repeat, enjoy.