love me, love me, say that you love me
Man, that first week back at work blows, and they're actually nice to me at my job. Yet, they still require me to work, thus, our goals may never align… Right, so where were we: I promised you news. But, it's not time yet to share all the news (I repeat: NOT BABIES), but I can give you bits and pieces and hope you won't resent me for being such a brassy tease.
- Remember that dark, ominous period last year when my husband's job was being relocated to Syracuse and we went to Syracuse for a weekend to check it out and found it not even remotely to our liking? And then he found a new job so we got to stay in this great metropolis? Well, ain't life funny like that because he's leaving that job to go back to Company A, and happiness abounds, as he missed his old workplace and you just know this is one of those "boomerang" jobs he probably wouldn't have gotten if he'd worked straight through for it. He resigned at 5 p.m. the last day before our vacation. Cocktails ensued.
- It was also, coincidentally, the day after his birthday. Alex finally got to take part in the awesomeness that is Blue Smoke (The next morning: "Your hair still smells like barbeque. Sweeet.") and I revisited the cake that killed one-hundred teddy bears, this time with a proper wafer cookie. Confession: I think the teddy bears tasted better.
- A year ago today, in the very last of my chronicles of unraveling mental health as I approached that well-catalogued walk down the aisle, I moaned that there were almost no positive associations in popular culture with the word "wife." I snickered this morning re-reading it, because I can't tell you that in the last year I've gotten past the issues behind this, but I wouldn't change my status for all the positive connotations in the world. I also haven't had any luck getting Alex to call me his "ho," but, hey, there's always hope for year two!
- We're going to Blue Hill at Stone Barns this weekend for dinner, and I have been looking forward to this for eons and promise a full report. Earlier this month, I read a story about the chef, Dan Barber, walking in from the farm to the restaurant two years ago cradling the carcass of the lamb that diners over subsequent days would dine on the chops and shoulder from, butchered in his very own kitchen. Will I still have the stomach to eat if this happens Sunday night? Oh, the anticipation! Does this relate to my downright obsession with The Omnivore's Dilemma? Of course it does!
- I also understand that this weekend we will also have to eat a slice from the frozen top tier of our wedding cake. I dread this, because I didn't like that cake one bit. It looked so pretty, but tasted of that foam-dry-cake and shortening-addled mass produced bakery-ness I rail against. I had very much wanted to make my own cake for the wedding, but was told by more than one person that it would have been an act of downright insanity to create a 4-tier cake in the days before my wedding (this is what I get for surrounding myself with rational people). I stumbled upon this photoset two days ago, and was revisited with waves of regret. Thus, I figure the only way to fix this is to offer to make a wedding cake for any friends (ahem!) with upcoming nuptials. Seriously! Let's talk.
- I know content has been very thin around here this summer, but the upcoming changes directly relate to this dearth. Consider the scantness acted upon, rather than felt guilty over (okay, well that has happened a bit, too, much as I tried not to let it). I'm telling you, it's going to be grand.
Ooh, the top-tier-eating tradition... My husband and I ate ours a couple of months ago, and I should preface this by saying that our strawberry shortcake cake was FABulous on our wedding day, so I wasn't totally apprehensive. Well. The cake itself was okay, but the icing was insanely, tooth-shockingingly sweet. Maybe it concentrates itself in the freezer? I don't know, but we both just looked at each other like, "Are you going to finish it? Because I don't want to..." Ah, well, happy anniversary!
P.S. I can't wait to see what's coming up! The suspense is killing me...
My wedding is Sept. 23. Wanna come to Maui and bake a cake for us? There will only be 12 people....
2 | carrie | August 25, 2006 09:30 AM
I think Syracuse is only for raising families and immediately leaving. I know so many people that left for Albany and Rochester but dont know one person that moved TO 'Cuse.
My wedding is July 2nd in Maui too.. 12 people.. I like chocolate Raspberry He he he he
It's funny, I don't even know you and I'm in utter suspense waiting for your big news. Like waiting for the next episode of a good tv show. :)
5 | M | August 25, 2006 11:28 AM
rebeccashane, your wedding is going to be awesome! wonderful things happen on that day, including my birth. i will send some of my well-wishes your way. and deb, do folks who read your blog RELIGIOUSLY count as friends for whom you'd make a wedding cake??? :-D :-D
6 | yaytee | August 25, 2006 11:44 AM
Blech! Don't eat that yucky frozen cake, make yummy cupcakes instead and toast with them. I am not a cake girl at all and have been coerced by my family and wedding people into doing a cake cutting at my wedding this Oct.(because its traditional, ew) I don't want to have to eat it, I would rather have a cookie.
Ummm- so there is a song in my head. Can anyone guess what it is???? ***Love me love me, say that you love me.....***
Wow, the cake you made for your friend's wedding looks beautiful and delicious! Not so sure about the "serial killer, uses spatula and icing spreader to claim all her victims, only kills in kitchens, calling card - chocolate ganache around fatal wound" photos - lol. Kidding... somehow you manage to be adorable and villainous simultaneously. Happy anniversary! PS - since Alex is taking the job with the old co., that doesn't mean you have to move to Syracuse now does it?
Blue Hill at Stone Barns is beyond lovely. I recommend you follow these steps: 1) arrive before dark and watch the bunnies hop happily around their hutch; 2) Have a cocktail at the bar to ease your mind about what's in store for the bunnies; and 3) Order the tasting menu while continuing not to think about how cute the bunnies were.
10 | Notorious ANG | August 25, 2006 03:59 PM
Our beautiful, and AMAZING, top tier was frozen and the groom's cake, left, sealed tightly for our return from our honeymoon, which, happened to be on my birthday. We ate the groom's cake immediatly as a substitute for my birthday cake and ate the top tier on our 1 month anniversary...it was amazing!!!! But i'm still a little irritated that I didn't get my own special birthday cake!!! Afterall, he got an entire cake just for being a groom...where was my cake for being BORN??? I love cake...it fixes everything!
11 | Christine | August 25, 2006 04:28 PM
How about a cake in Vegas in about a year and a half Deb?
12 | Jen | August 25, 2006 06:01 PM
I don't even know you and I'm ready to fly you to Denver next May to make my cake. Seriously.
13 | Holli | August 25, 2006 10:34 PM