This past weekend we traveled to New York to celebrate my husband’s niece’s wedding.

This was the second cousin wedding on this side of the family, my son’s being the first, but this one was planned in advance, didn’t have COVID cramping the festivities (luckies!), and was held in high summer, all which meant: of the nine kids in my husband’s family, seven were able to make the trip, traveling all the way from Oregon, New Hampshire, Tennessee, Virginia, and Hong Kong. (The two missing families, from Las Vegas and Oregon, have four teens between them, and my younger son who was in NYC was also missing.) Oh, and a foreign exchange sister who flew in from Japan!

We ALL stayed at my brother-in-law’s house. For those of you who enjoy numbers, that’s 39 people, according to my sister-in-law who was hosting (so she should know), and the majority of the kids are between the ages of 17 and 23.

the same sign that’s been on the door since 2017

inside Teen Club

It was a full house.

Day One
Soon after we arrived, my husband and I drove to the venue to help set up.

We arranged votive candles on the tables, hung decorations, and draped twinkle lights. Then that evening everyone showed up for the rehearsal dinner followed by a pizza and wing feast by the lake.

Day Two
The next morning, the day of the wedding, there wasn’t much to do, so rather than sit around, a few of us decided to hike the gorge.

Lovers Lane

We went early, which turned out to have been a very wise decision: on our way up, the trail was mostly empty, but by the time we worked our way back down, we had to squeeze our way through the throngs. 

I’ve hiked the gorge on several different occasions, and its beauty always catches me off guard. I love to pick out which spots in the river I’d swim in, if the water were open to the public. I get why it’s not (see above re the word “throngs”), but still. Some of those stone-lined, deep water holes would be the perfect spot for a private party.

At the very top, there’s a huge trestle crossing the gorge and just as we reached it, a train barreled across.

It was terrifying, seeing the train flying through the air so high up above.

Back home, someone had put a white board on the bathroom door.

So everyone could have a turn, people started showering hours before the departure time. (The bridal party had an AirBnB close to the venue, and my brother- and sister-in-law had rented a camping spot at the venue to park their camper so they’d have a place to escape to over the weekend.)

And then, quite suddenly, everyone was buzzing around doing hair and makeup, strapping on heels, and waltzing out to the driveway-turned-parking lot.

The wedding ceremony lasted all of fifteen minutes (if that), and then, after the cocktail hour and photos, we feasted on a pasta bar with meatballs, chicken, and sausages. 

And then there was the dancing. The cousins (and some other people but mostly the cousins) hit the dance floor and didn’t stop until the DJ quit. Those kids rocked it.

Seneca Lake

Towards the end, they all ran into the lake to cool off, some of them in their swimsuits, or undies, or still in their wedding finery. 

We all cleaned up a bit, and then sometime around midnight we headed back to the house and fell into bed.

carrying the leftover wedding cake back to the house on my lap

Day Three
After sleeping in (I slept until 8:45!!!), we lounged around downstairs, blurrily sipping our coffee. And then my husband, who’d been texting with his brother, announced that they’d be returning with their camper in half an hour and how about we blitz the house?

Thirty minutes and thirty(ish) hands — BAM. It was magic. 

Then there were photos of all the cousins on the lawn…

missing six: the four from out west, my son, and the youngest who was napping

…followed by The Traditional Cousin Send-Off for the bride and groom who were driving to Louisiana where he is stationed.

My husband and I headed out by ourselves to go shopping (I needed t-shirts) and get a little space, and then I cam home and took a nap.

The rest of the day was spent eating candy (a bunch of the cousins had gone on an excursion to a candy store), and eating, playing games, setting of fire crackers, and visiting. 

Day Four
We slipped out of the house early and made it home in time to play Ultimate.  

The End.

This same time, years previous: banana pudding, the coronavirus diaries: week 70, movement, Sunday, roasted feta with honey, the quotidian (7.11.16), the puppy post, a tale, er, tail, what my refrigerator told me, zucchini skillet with tomatoes and feta.

Popping in with another fabulous sourdough enhancement: cracked all-the-grain sourdough.

The bakery uses a grain mix, and since the mix has nine grains, we call the bread “cracked 9-grain”, but you can use as many (or as few) grains as you like and name it accordingly.

I used some of the bakery’s grain blend — this is similar, I think — for these two loaves, but you can make your own grain mix with any combo of wheat berries, rye, oats, millet, rice, buckwheat, flax seed, barley, corn, spelt, etc, etc, etc.

Thick slices of this grainy bread toasted and topped with loads of butter and a drizzle of honey makes for a pretty darn spectacular breakfast…

…even when the pan loaf you made this week overproofs wildly.

Oops.

Cracked ALL-The-Grain Sourdough

2 pounds sourdough (half of this recipe)
100 grams grain mix (like this or this)
100 grams water
¼-½ cup rolled oats, for the topping

The night before making the bread, combine the grain and water in a bowl, cover, and set on the counter at room temperature overnight. 

The next morning, make the dough. Let it rest for 30 minutes. Drain off any excess water (it’s fine if the grain is a little soppy), and then fold the grain mixture into the dough the same way the chocolate and cherries were added to the bread in this recipe.

Rest the dough for another 30 minutes and then fold. Repeat this rest/fold step 2-3 more times.

After the final fold, let the dough bulk proof for 3-5 hours.

Shape the dough into a batard, boule, pan loaf, whatever. Put the rolled oats on a plate. Spritz the top side of the loaf with water and roll it in the oats so they stick to the loaf. Proof the loaf overnight. 

The next morning, score the loaf and bake at 400 degrees (in a Dutch oven, on a baking stone, in loaf pans, whatever) for about 35 minutes. 

This same time, years previous: live it well, the quotidian (7.5.21), the quotidian (7.6.20), pulling together, three things about writing, let’s revolutionize youth group mission trips! please!, grilled flatbread, red raspberry lemon bars.

Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace

All-the-berries crumble.

Lunchy nibbles.

Because Reese’s don’t have enough peanut butter.

All the flavors, all the textures, all the comfort.

Colby.

Lunch buddy.

Torn pad.

Cows and baby toes.

Shower demo.

Maryland and NYC — and Carnegie Hall! — bound.

He dwarfs his papa.

This same time, years previous: a walk in the woods, so much milk, fruity whey popsicles, a few fun things, so you’re thinking of homeschooling…, cucumber mint cooler, Vieques!, the quotidian (7.2.17), the summer’s first trip, a bunch of stuff, when the wind blew, berry almond baked oatmeal, linguine with shrimp and cilantro-lime pesto.