PHOTOGRAPHS: STUART WEST. FOOD STYLING: JESS MEYER. STYLING: LAUREN MILLER
Is there a word in the English language more capable of making you breathe deeply and roll back your shoulders than ‘weekend’? If we can just get to it, everything will be fine. There’s only one thing more thrilling than a weekend full of exciting plans, and that’s a weekend that is a blank slate.
For me – who has worked from home since before it was fashionable or mandatory – my most delectable moment of the week is that time on Friday afternoon when I officially declare the weekend open, usually around 5pm with some sort of cocktail I don’t drink the rest of the week: a gimlet, a French 75, a whisky sour. Nothing that will tax the brain or dull the senses, it just needs to be suitably delicious and celebratory enough to throw the stresses of the week over my shoulder and high-kick them into two days of not much.