Usually, writing about food is the toughest part of my job. Today, it’s the easiest.
At the house, in the hours before and during the wedding weekend, we made fresh and delicious grain salads:
And at the rehearsal barbecue and wedding ceremony both, I had local, seasonal, and fantastic vegan food like this:
A huge thanks to Tommy Carlucci for not only accommodating me, but giving me two delightful dinners. I’ve never feasted so well at a wedding!
What can I say about the rest of the weekend? I laughed. I cried. I wore a pink dress. I swayed to New Orleans brass music in a majestic carpeted tent. I saw friends whom I haven’t seen in years, and it was wonderful. I tried putting my feelings for Chloe–my oldest friend–into a three minute toast. It was a beautiful, emotional, and slightly overwhelming weekend, and I’m still recovering. So rather than try to articulate how I feel, I’ll let these images do the talking.
A few years back, when Chloe and I were roommates on 77th street, we were somehow lucky enough to snag a duplex apartment on the cheap. (I may never have it so easy as an NYC tenant again.) At night, before bed, it was not unheard of for us to be so lazy that, rather than my trotting upstairs to hug Chloe goodnight, or her trotting downstairs to hug me, we would text message each other “Love you, gnite” from our beds.
Last night, after a long and still nostalgic afternoon, I texted Chloe from bed to say, “I love you so much, it’s kind of silly.” A moment later, she replied, “Oh wait, me too.”
Some things never change.