September 23, 2011

Philly Food Swap

So last night Christina and I went to our first Philly Food Swap went. It was the first Philly Food Swap ever, in fact. (I think) Anyway, here's the rundown.

We arrived almost 40 minutes late due to a mix up with the pickup location - Christina went to the wrong place! My fault - need to specify which Acme grocery store on the same looooong street I meant. Then there were parking issues up the wazoo near the swap. Could have guessed that one. I HATE parking in Philly. This is why I need Star Trek transporter, stat. NASA, get on it.

The swap was held in the basement of a giant church and was well in swing when we showed up. Every swapper was given a number and a few slips of paper to list what they'd brought to swap.

I brought the following:
Peach Jam
Marmalade x2
Garlic Dill Pickles
Spiced Maple Pear Butter x2

So I laid out my wares and left the slips behind for people to write what they wanted to swap me for. I walked around and looked at what other people had brought. If I saw something I liked I added my name & the item I wanted to swap them for. Easy peasy.

Here's what I ended up swapping:
Peach jam for Horseradish Vodka - to be used in bloody mary's!
Marmalade #1 for Pickled Jalapenos
Marmalade #2 for Cranberry Conserves & Vanilla Sugar
Pickles for a Homemade Blackberry Poptart
Maple Pear Butter #1 for Nectarine Sauce
Maple Pear Butter #2 for loose Apple Cranberry Black Tea and Ginger Honey Simple Syrup (I tasted some of this and loved it)

I really enjoyed it. I am happy with my haul. There were a few jams I would have loved - strawberry balsamic black pepper especially, a peach salsa that was really good and habanero jelly. I got the recipe for the habanero jelly, though, so I'm going to try to pick some habaneros at the farm tonight when I pick up our veggies for the week. Hopefully it won't be pouring.

Next time I go to a swap I'll try to bring my mom unusual concoctions and jazz up the packaging with cute little tags. I'll also bring more stuff!

September 22, 2011

Our Proposal Story

Back in August Pete and I got engaged. We'd been talking marriage forever. In the summer of 2010 he'd spoken to my family about his intentions and they'd given the go ahead. So of course my Mom then began to eagerly anticipate the "we're engaged!" phone call. Sorry, Mom. Pete claims ignorance to the usual timeline of events surrounding marriage proposals. More likely he just wanted things to happen on his OWN timeline.

Now that we're officially betrothed, I don't mind his cavalier attitude towards marriage-related expectations. But I'd be lying if I wasn't waiting anxiously for him to pop the ole question. Good lord, it was a long time coming! I went through a variety of stages - excited at the thought of spending our lives together, secretly planning our dream wedding, wondering when he'd ask, wondering when the hell he'd ask already!?, trying not to be annoyed that he'd gotten my hopes up (when in reality, I'd gotten my own hopes up), being totally annoyed that my hopes were up and now nothing, feeling over it, and finally just giving in. I know the man I chose. He isn't one to be pressured or cajoled or guilted into anything. Stubborn to the bone and slightly condescending of tradition. He had to arrive at the proposal when he was ready.

The night we sealed the deal I'd originally planned on being at a Bachelorette Camping Weekend. The second such weekend in as many weeks, with two weddings planned for the following two weekends. August '11 was wedding central up in here. I'd been drinking waaaay too much in Miami for Ali's bachelorette the weekend before and Hannah's camping weekend was being threatened by storms. I couldn't face the idea of two nights in a soaked tent so I bailed on Friday night and planned to head up with Chris the next day.

When I told Pete I'd actually be around on Friday night he was thrilled. "Let's go out to dinner" he suggested. That quickly changed to, "Let's go have a picnic!" I was all in. He was in charge and I was along for the ride. That Friday the storms did come as predicted but Pete was still dead-set on our picnic. (First twinge of "Oh my god. Is this it??? Wait. Stop that. Stop thinking that! Calm down"). Ok, so we'd find a place to picnic out of the rain. When he told me that he'd been thinking we could picnic at the Old Mill but there was a wedding there that night I knew something was up. How would he have known there was a wedding scheduled?? (Major alarm bells going off) Ok, I said, playing it cool.

We settled on the pavilion in Rose Tree Park and set off for our picnic. Pete was dressed up a little - wearing a polo shirt. He'd gotten everything together for our picnic. We sat and ate and chatted. We watched the rain and lightening. When the weather settled down a bit he took out his contact juggling ball to give me a little performance. I knew exactly what was going on at this point. He'd been carrying his baseball cap a little funny - there had to be a ring box in there! He distracted me by pointing to an airplane overhead and tucked the box into his pocket. As he juggled the outline of the ring box was totally obvious. I made the decision to wait, let him be in charge and let things play out whatever way he wanted. But oh my god was I ecstatic. Heart thumping, I got up to join him under a tree near the pavilion. He'd called me over to look at a little plaque commemorating somebody named Jennifer. I wasn't paying much attention to him - I'd gotten it into my mind that he was going to propose in the pavilion. So when I turned around and he was on one knee with a ring box open and asked, Will you marry me?, I was stunned. I stood there, gaping at him. "Please?" he asked, smiling. "Yes! Yes, yes, of course, yes!" I managed and there was hugging and laughing and kissing. I popped the pretty antique ring onto my finger and it was a perfect fit.* We finished the picnic, not caring that we'd gotten pretty wet and it was getting cold. Finally it was time to go home and begin making the long anticipated phone calls.

All this is meant as a reminder for me. It was a perfect night. I'd asked for a proposal that he'd put some thought into. I'd told him if he asked me to marry him on our couch I'd say no. I'm so happy with what he planned and executed. I love you, Petey.

*He was SHOCKED that the ring fit. During our many pre-engagement ring discussion he'd asked me for my ring size. So I printed something off the internet and sized the rings I wore daily. I also cut out a little slip of paper and wrapped it around my finger. My best guess was my ring size was between 8 and 8.5. The vintage ring Pete bought on Etsy was sized at 7.25. He'd almost asked the woman he bought it from to re-size it, but changed his mind. He'd brought along a silk cord for me to wear the ring on until we'd gotten it sized by a jeweler together. But it fit me! Moral of this story - get your ring finger sized by a jeweler. I trust the internet for almost anything, but go to an expert for that.

September 21, 2011

Trying/Tratar

I spend a lot of time thinking. Thinking about what I want, what I'm doing, what I just said. Thinking and planning and dreaming. I need to spend more time actually doing all the shit I spend so much energy thinking about. I need to try. Try harder. And then I need to forgive myself if, despite all my trying, things don't work out. So here I am again. Trying to be a blogger.

How about a list of the things I will be working on, trying for, in the near future:

1. Planning a wedding, even though if feels like it's a million years away. (We're getting hitched in Fall 2013. We got engaged on August 19, 2011. That's a long haul). The main things I need to work on right now include: SAVING MONEY, venue, guest list.

2. Getting my finances in order. This includes paying my taxes before my extension time runs out, setting a realistic monthly budget and saving for the wedding.

3. Getting my ass off the couch and eating like a grown woman, not a teenage boy. AKA - getting in shape and eating healthy. I have a goal weight of 175. Right now I'm 225. That's 50 pounds. 50 pounds! That's the equivalent of losing a 7 year old child, 2 giant bags of dog food, or a really heavy suitcase. I know I can do it.

4. NaNoWriMo. I'm going to write a young adult fiction book. About mermaids. This November.

5. Blog. I don't think it counts as blogging if you only do it sporadically a few times a year. I would like to do something consistent with this thing.

6. Learn Spanish. Quiero aprender a hablar espaƱol. Necesito tratar, cause I was pretty good once and I've pretty much forgotten everything.