March 24, 2009
I’ve been spending a lot of time on my weekends now broadening my culinary horizons. That’s not to say that they aren’t fairly broad for your average 25 year old. I cannot say in absoluteness that I know an entire facet of food. For example, I know much about pastries; but in the entirety of pastry I know, maybe, 1/100th of what there is out there. That’s a daunting thought.
I’ve had the pleasure to work with a man who knew and had tasted nearly every culinary petit four out there. I will forever envy him. I man so passionate about food that for his final journey of gastronomic discovery he travelled to Egypt, where he is today.
While I have a perhaps a serving of sugar’s worth of knowlegde (1 serving of sugar being 4 grams) in a bag of 5670 servings, I like to think that in perhaps another 5 years I may have 3 or more servings under my belt.
I’m attempting to do this slowly on my own. My recipe rolodex for what I make at home tends to revolve around an axis on meat, potatoes, and Italian. Having decided in this new year to making things I’ve never made before or never made successfully, I have started my slow trundle up Culinary Everest. Last weekend I made salmon successfully for the very first time. Next I’ll try and successfully break down a salmon instead of letting the butcher do it for me. I’ve also revisited Learning the Art of French Cooking Volume One. We’ll see what happens in the future. For now though, Julia Childs is far to imposing for me.
March 2, 2009
I’ve finally finished compiling all I can remember from the wedding. Also, all the pictures are in. I’m going to be posting about it in segments. It is a little too much information for one post. So please enjoy part one.
I am not sure how I can possible begin to organize the last two weeks into a coherent string of syllables. I beg your patience with the grammatical and punctuation errors to follow.
After countless phone calls, months of Sunday pow-wows, and asking every living thing “what am I forgetting?”, six months to the day of Ian proposing to me, we finally got married at 2:30 P.M. on December 20th in Millersburg, Ohio. At 3 A.M on Sunday, December 21st, we finally got to sleep.
Backing up a bit though, we actually arrived in Ohio on December 13th. I don’t remember much of that week. I know that we racked up 1000 miles on the rental and I listened to the same MC Frontalot CD an absurd amount of times. On Monday, Matt arrived. I explained many times just how far in the middle of nowhere my parents lived; but even Matt sounded surprised to admit at I grew up in the BFE. On Tuesday, Dom arrived and a stronghold to WoW was erected in my parent’s livingroom. I think my parents were bemused by this, even though my mom plays WoW and, in most cases, is better at it than me. On Wednesday, we got our marriage license and met with the DJ. He had no idea what half the music we requested was. I still do not think he does. On Thursday, we rested. Friday was a fun flurry of activities between decorating the reception hall, rehearsal lunch, rehearsal, getting car sick going to pick up one of my bridesmaids, and trying to get back to bed at a decent hour. I think I went to sleep around 1 AM and got up around 6 AM. Not a stellar rest. Really, don’t sleep on a couch the night before you get married. It may be the most comfortable couch in the world and you might have slept like a million babies on it countless times before; but you won’t the night before your wedding.
Please enjoy some post wedding pictures.
