Sweet Things on Challah

I can’t stop thinking back over this weekend and trying to relive it in slow motion. We wrote on our website that we wanted the weekend of March 16 to be “a celebratory dance party slash weekend-long feast slash opportunity to bring together in one place all the people we love.” Well, good job us, because our wedding weekend absolutely accomplished that.

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I could gush ad naseum about how I teared up when I first saw the perfect chuppah Daniel’s brother Jacob made, decorated with colorful spring flowers and draped with family tablecloths. I could talk about how we went from hora to Rueda to Natalie Merchant to 500 Miles and every single person danced to each one. I could gush about our perfectly “us” cake lovingly created by my bestie Leah and topped with narwhals, or about how friends flew in from literally all over the country for the weekend, or how I watched my dad salsa dance with my coworker, or how I felt as Daniel and I exchanged our vows and then got pelted by pompoms.

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But I won’t. Instead I’ll gush about my sister and cousin and their awesome co-maids of honor speech. These two lovely humans shared such silly and heartwarming stories. I am so lucky to have them in my network and supportive of my journey. In their speech (which of course they killed), they mentioned finding evidence of “my first recipe” — surely a bi-product of a neighborhood round of iron chef with the secret ingredient of apples, or something of the like.

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Of course I had to remake it. I don’t think cinnamon chips still exist, so regular old cinnamon had to suffice. I did have two kinds of sprinkles hiding in the pantry (one bought for making Heddy’s baby shower cake, one bought for making Lauren’s bachelorette party … cake). I had challah lying around (Thanks grandma! Sorry everyone at the wedding who we didn’t get around to delivering challah to! It was well-intentioned but poorly executed!). And so here we are. Recreate if you dare — Daniel and I each managed a bite and gave up.

#swankyoriginal

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one year ago: tonight for dinner I made the salad of my dreams with roasted squash, barley, feta, sugar snap peas, mizuna, and mint #norecipe #firstmealwemadeasmarriedpeople
two years ago: eh, two outta four isn’t so bad…
three years ago:
kungpao Brussel sprouts and tofu 
four years ago: spicy lemon fregola with artichokes and caramelized onions 

 

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Honey and Cinnamon Sautéed Apples with Ice Cream

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A nostalgic weekend away to visit your old college haunts should include:

-A well-loved CD played as many times as you can stand (thank you, Ingrid Michaelson)

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-Gorgeous views, foliage, natural beauty, and deep breaths of untainted air (thank you, upstate New York in general, and Saratoga Springs and Lake Luzerne specifically)

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-The obligatory visits to That Coffee Shop Where We Wrote Lots of PapersThe Bar Where We Met Boys (uh, hi mom), The Brunch Spot To Take Your Parents To, and, of course, the theater building where you spent most waking hours in college

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-The inevitable bumping into old classmates, complete with the understated but boastful (never skewed) recounting of where you live, what you do, how it fits into your goals from college, and why you’re so excited with where you are right now

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Apple pickingwine tastingbookstore wandering, thrifting, breakfast making, and maybe some salsa dancing.

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What it doesn’t need to include:

-An awkward moment where your boyfriend realizes he ordered a $30 glass of scotch while the rest of the ex theater majors sit there with their glasses of water. Oops.

-A superbly frustrating bout of misinformation from the car rental company, who claims the name on the credit card has to be the same as the primary driver. Why should they care so much where the money comes from, as long ask they get it?!?! It’s Zipcar from here on out.

-Any momentary glimpse or glimmer of a feeling approaching hunger. Every meal had an intro and a follow through. As the Rule says, upstate weekends Don’t shy away from unabashed butter consumption, Dutch cheese frenzies, or frequent pie detours. No shame, people, no shame.

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Honey and Cinnamon Sautéed Apples & Vanilla Ice Cream: The Best Thing to Do Post-Apple Picking (or, Pie Without Crust)

1-2 T salted butter (or unsalted and add more later)
2 T honey
3 apples, any crunchy variety, unpeeled and roughly chopped
1 t ground cinnamon
ground cloves, a sprinkle (or use allspice or nutmeg)
¼ t salt
vanilla ice cream (HIGHLY recommended, but use whatever makes you happy)

Melt butter in a medium pan over medium high heat. After it froths, add honey. Mix together and cook until mixture becomes bubbly, about two minutes. Add apples and stir so all pieces are covered with butter/honey mixture. This should smell amazing. Add cinnamon, cloves, and salt. Turn heat to medium-low and continue cooking for about 10 minutes, or until apples are softened and sweet but not falling apart, and most of the liquid has evaporated.

Serve warm atop vanilla ice cream and swoon.

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Pure joy.