For July 4th this year, we were lucky enough to be invited to a firework-viewing party at UN Plaza. A friend of ours lives in a building with the perfect view down the Hudson, and after a couple of very pleasant hours eating, drinking and chatting in her apartment, we all eagerly headed up to the roof.
We spent our fifth fourth of July at home in Hoboken (following the first two in our old Upper East side apartment, one in England and last year in Montana). Various plans and invitations were considered but in the end we had a lazy day doing pretty much nothing, other than cooking a hearty dinner of ribs, corn, beans and cornbread.
After a suitable pause for digestion, we waddled out to see if we could see any fireworks. Continue reading
A question which has been on our minds lately is how do (or should) British people living in America celebrate the Fourth of July? A brief survey amongst some of our expat acquaintances highlighted food, flag cake and fireworks, so that’s exactly what we did…