Fun in New Zealand, I mean Weston

Whoever said to order salad on a first date was stupid. Not that I'm on a first date, but I am in the San Francisco Airport messily eating a delicious salad (California = Lots of avocados in even an airport salad YUM).

Since I'm traveling alone and wanted a break from looking at screens before my 14 hour flight to Auckland on which I foresee having LOTS of screen time with the last of the fourth season of Friday Night Lights to watch (still not done with it, Jenna and Jordan don't be disappointed with me), I had time with only my thoughts. So I started analyzing the way I eat salad. I've decided the only right way to eat a salad is to get every different ingredient in every bite, hence I constantly have bits of mesclun sticking out of my mouth and smears of goat cheese across my lip. In conclusion, no salad for Kiri when I'm trying to be all smooth and cool and not disgusting. 

The important part of this story, though, is that I'm not in Boston anymore! After spending about 14 hours on hold with United Airlines and Air New Zealand, and rescheduling my flights six times, my mother, a.k.a Superwoman, finally got me on my way. For all of you not in New England, there was a blizzard on Friday, the day I was supposed to leave, through Saturday leaving us with about 2.5 feet of snow in Weston. Although being on the phone for years and years was a drag, the snow was great. On Friday, my mom and I made a sweet snowman.

And the snow kept falling throughout the night, so he was almost buried on Saturday.

Ollie, Mike and Megan came over Saturday night and we got a couple fancy cheese courses a la Daddy/Peter/PB. Mike brought over salted caramel brownies, which I happened to also make earlier that day. This is the danger of being friends with another smitten kitchen fan - as everyone who likes to cook or eat or read wonderful descriptions of food should be.

Sunday was a day of flips and romping in the pillowy drifts.

Ad for a ski resort

Ollie flips

Megan flips

Mike flips

Kiri flops

And the Most Epic Picture of the Day 

They aren't fighting; Ollie is attempting to flip Megan across his back and she's trying to land on her feet. I think we all know how that turned out.

Anywho, there will not be any snow pictures for a while I hope (New Zealand winter starts Juneish I think), so I wanted to show these off while we're all in winter mode. 

For real this time, my next post will be from Christchurch. Yes it will, gosh darn it!