scratch that

remember when i said that i was not going to write about recipes? well scratch that.

for our wedding, we were given the most amazing piece of folk art. this collective recipe book, with notes and recipes from all those we love, is one of my most favorite possessions. my friend dorit put it together. it is adorable, and titled "love is a book of recipes."

i intend to make every last recipe in the book. i started with bree's recipe for vegetarian sloppy joes, because it sounded too good to resist and i was in the mood for comfort food the other day. the recipe called for vegetable alphabet soup! so good!

my mom read a book recently called julie and julia (she did not recommend it.) the woman spent a year of her life cooking every recipe in julia child's "the art of french cooking." should i try to cook every recipe in our "love is-cookbook" this year? i doubt anyone would give me a book advance for that.

in other news, my husband has a mustache-only today. it is really creepy. looks like he should be registered with the state.

spell check

what?! horray not a word? it is actually spelled hooray? like, hoo-ray! that makes sense. i have been spelling this word wrong my entire life. i feel like i use it a lot, and yet i never spelled it correctly.

no one ever corrected me.

mystery toaster

the mystery of the wedding toaster has been solved!
thank you sarah leach! i will think of you with every english muffin!

today, saturday, at our house, we are doing domestic things.
after a consult with a "master mulcher" we are building a compost pile in the back yard.

rudy the dready cat is keeping me company in the breakfast nook while i fall into the internet hole for a while. i am just starting to recover from going to see "rachel getting married" last night. it is a strange little movie, which sunk deep in and made me feel overwhelmed by how fragile we all are.

it's the brief time of year when at select locations chocolate covered peanut nut rolls can be found. buy one get one free! twice now i've left the store with two of them, failing to make the second one last long enough to give it to a friend.

hoopla

andy and i were married on september 21, 2008.

i'd thought about what i wanted my wedding to be like many times over the years.

who would be there, where we'd be, what colors would be flying through the air, what kind of songs would be sung. of course i'd thought of who i would be standing next to, and what we would say to each other. but it was better than i had ever imagined. the man i stood next to, my andy, had made me realize that it is all so worth it. the each morning and every day of it all. the forgiveness, the memories, the grief, the real happiness and the trust. i had done some things differently and was proud of how i'd changed. i had become the kind of person that fell in love with a guy like that, and we both said yes.

the day was perfect. our friends were there and our family was standing up tall.

i was so, so tired, and swept up, and amazed. i was full of gratitude and diet coke. andy looked at me and i looked at him and we stood up there in front of our people and promised to take care of each other forever.

the love was loud, and there was a photo booth. at several points in the evening, we slipped inside of the booth and pulled the curtain to give ourselves a moment. we let the flash capture our dazed faces and our big eyes; those little strips won't let us forget.