And I Don't Even Like Baseball
I am pleased to announce that I am officially recovered from the Revolt of the Rich Food, 2007 Edition.
I am deeply saddened to say that I don't think I will ever again be able to have Sara and Erin's obscenely delicious Vegetarian French Onion Soup (hi, thank you, and sorry, Sara and Erin!).
Ditto for the obscenely decadent chocolate mousse I made all by my little lonesome from the Gourmet cookbook. (My version included brandy-infused whipped cream and bittersweet chocolate shavings on top for extra decadence.)
Nonetheless, I do hereby acknowledge my pledge to make said mousse upon request for Zach's future enjoyment, as he has informed me that withholding such culinary favors would be adequate grounds for divorce. I'll just have to figure out a way to make it for him without a) tasting it or b) looking at it.
Speaking of not filing for divorce, today is Zach's and my 14th wedding anniversary. I have to say that I think we achieved the marital equivalent of hitting for the cycle today. We had a ridiculous argument, a good laugh, a serious talk, and a fun night out, all in the space of 12 hours. It's hard to ask for more than that.
Fourteen years ago we exchanged vows onstage in an old Broadway theater. Four little flower girls, all cousins of mine, escorted us down the aisle.
Tonight we sat in the rear mezzanine of another Broadway house and watched a new musical unfold onstage. And one of those flower girls (hi, Briel!), now 22 and out of college, happened to be at the same show. I can still picture her as an eight-year-old girl, with a big wreath of flowers in her hair and her whole life still ahead of her.
Seeing her tonight, all grown up, made me think about how much has changed in those 14 years.
And seeing her tonight, with the same twinkly eyes, big smile, and effortless laugh she had as a kid, made me think about how much has stayed the same.
I have no idea what else life is going to throw at us, but whether we strike out, hit a grand slam, or just earn the runs one base hit at a time, I know two things will always be true.
We will swing for the bleachers every time.
And we'll walk off the field hand in hand.
Happy anniversary, my love.
I am deeply saddened to say that I don't think I will ever again be able to have Sara and Erin's obscenely delicious Vegetarian French Onion Soup (hi, thank you, and sorry, Sara and Erin!).
Ditto for the obscenely decadent chocolate mousse I made all by my little lonesome from the Gourmet cookbook. (My version included brandy-infused whipped cream and bittersweet chocolate shavings on top for extra decadence.)
Nonetheless, I do hereby acknowledge my pledge to make said mousse upon request for Zach's future enjoyment, as he has informed me that withholding such culinary favors would be adequate grounds for divorce. I'll just have to figure out a way to make it for him without a) tasting it or b) looking at it.
Speaking of not filing for divorce, today is Zach's and my 14th wedding anniversary. I have to say that I think we achieved the marital equivalent of hitting for the cycle today. We had a ridiculous argument, a good laugh, a serious talk, and a fun night out, all in the space of 12 hours. It's hard to ask for more than that.
Fourteen years ago we exchanged vows onstage in an old Broadway theater. Four little flower girls, all cousins of mine, escorted us down the aisle.
Tonight we sat in the rear mezzanine of another Broadway house and watched a new musical unfold onstage. And one of those flower girls (hi, Briel!), now 22 and out of college, happened to be at the same show. I can still picture her as an eight-year-old girl, with a big wreath of flowers in her hair and her whole life still ahead of her.
Seeing her tonight, all grown up, made me think about how much has changed in those 14 years.
And seeing her tonight, with the same twinkly eyes, big smile, and effortless laugh she had as a kid, made me think about how much has stayed the same.
I have no idea what else life is going to throw at us, but whether we strike out, hit a grand slam, or just earn the runs one base hit at a time, I know two things will always be true.
We will swing for the bleachers every time.
And we'll walk off the field hand in hand.
Happy anniversary, my love.
posted by Jody Rosen Knower at 8:30 PM
1 Comments:
awwwwww, awwwwwwww :)
Happy Anniversary!
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