It was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief.
-Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)
As I sit here writing this in the Greek’s and my bedroom listening to the winds of Winter Storm Jonas angrily gusting outside, I can safely say that January has not turned out quite like I expected. After the rush of the holidays and a working vacation (an expression that I’m convinced shouldn’t even exist), I had been looking forward to a period of relative calm and quiet. All I wanted to do was write and read and cook, which shouldn’t have been that tall of an order, but somehow events conspired against me. Before the first full week of the new year had even started, I came down with a nasty bug, one that left me sniffly and hoarse. For a solid week, I lost my interest in food and much of my appetite, though I will say that I was persuaded to eat, and with something resembling gusto, when the Greek made his signature restorative avgolemono soup for me.
By the time I was feeling like myself again, i.e. in search of tasty things and lots of sweets, it suddenly dawned on me that, as much as I would have liked to relax and savor the new year, as well as fact that I could again breathe, the reality was that, in both six and nine months time, I would be having two weddings (believe me, both the excess and irony are not lost upon me). I needed to book photographers and entertainment, think about my dress, get ideas for decorations, figure out the cake! For one dizzying week, I drove myself crazy, despising adulthood as I fielded calls from bands and attempted to find a local photographer who was not already booked for a Saturday in late September. Before these details had been fully ironed out, I was off to Wilmington to confront a sea of white–lace and tulle and billowing skirts–at a local dress shop. By the end of the appointment, I realized two things: 1) most wedding dresses are ugly and overdone, and 2) that I would greatly benefit in life if I had a personal stylist because the dress that I initially thought was perfect was completely wrong, whereas the first one that the stylist told me she wanted to see me in ended up being absolutely right (how poorly we sometimes know ourselves). So now, after much labor and hand-wringing, I have a dress, several signed contracts, save the dates and invitations, registries and a wedding website (in progress). And since I was on a roll, I also decided to conquer my taxes, which was no small feat considering the complexity of moving from a high-tax state to a no-tax state. In general, I now feel reassured that I have done enough work to ensure that, on all fronts, all will be well.
Or it may also just be that, surprise(!!!), as the deed itself is now done, it now feels like the truly important part is over. You see, yesterday, in our warmest fancy clothes and with two witnesses in tow, the Greek and I went to the Justice of the Peace in Wilmington to be officially and legally married. Please note in the photograph below that, even though the blizzard was mere hours away, we managed to get married against a bright and sunny tropical background.*
*We did not select this background. By all accounts, it appears that Delaware is rather envious of Hawaii.
While we had planned to invite some friends both in and around the area to join us for dessert and champagne to celebrate the occasion, all of the warnings about Jonas made this next to impossible. But it’s not like there won’t plenty of other opportunities to celebrate this year. Truth be told, if my calendar for 2016 is any indication, it seems that a whole year of celebrating is upon us.
For now, however, after a wedding, a blizzard and the somewhat surreal title of wife (if it makes sense, nothing has changed, but everything has changed), I’m looking forward to some normalcy and quality time in the kitchen. Though I’m off to a slow start, I still have big plans for the blog this year–sharing recipes developed by me, featuring favorite recipes from my (excessive and) vast collection of cookbooks, finishing the tale of our road trip–and lots of upcoming travel. We will just have to see if slow and steady will actually win the race.
Speaking of the race since I am definitely not going anywhere for the next few days, I will be back with the recipe, the recipe of 2015, that I promised at the end of December.