I'm off to Roanoke bright and early this morning to get ready for our wedding on Saturday! Rob flies in on Wednesday night and from there it's going to be a whirlwind of friends, family, and wedding bells.
I have a few more posts lined up this week (including a giveaway!), but I plan to take some time away from this blog so I can be truly present in the moment (and on our honeymoon next week). Thank you so much for reading--you guys are the best. Feel free to follow along on Instagram!
As you might already have noticed, Rob and I I went to Virginia last weekend to pick up our marriage license and so that I could go to a lovely bridal shower thrown for me by some of my mom's sweet friends. It took place next door to my parents' house and everyone had the best time. It was a beautiful day to be at Smith Mountain Lake, I got to wear a fun dress, the food was fantastic, and La Crema sent us some of their delicious new rosé to enjoy with our guests.
It was so nice to spend time with some of my girlfriends, as well as Rob's mom and aunts, who traveled from all over to be there. We had a fun Bloody Mary bar and the rosé was a hit, too--it really is a wonderful, special choice for a celebration. Look for it later this spring! You won't want to miss it.
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This post is sponsored by La Crema. Thank you for your support as I continue to work with such wonderful brands.
There's this thing we do when we're at my parents' house--somewhere between the hours of 11:30 and 3:00, people gather around the island in the kitchen and take food out of the fridge. It's not always planned and sometimes you have to get a little creative, but there's always enough food to go around and it's always delicious.
There are leftovers from dinner. Some Paleo version of chicken Marsala or meatballs or a breakfast casserole from the day before. Huge salads topped with sliced turkey, tomatoes, avocado, and homemade vinaigrette we shake up right there in a mason jar. There are often salami or proscuitto sandwiches on toasty gluten-free bread that go under the broiler before being loaded with mayo, mustard, peperoncini, and lettuce. And there's always a pot of tea.
My mom flies around toasting and cutting and plating, while my dad comes over from the computer and my brother comes up from his room downstairs and whichever friends are over wash tomatoes and help themselves to Diet Cokes from the fridge--everyone is always so welcome at our house and it's the best. Sometimes we don't even sit--just all stand around eating and talking until we're full. There are always little moments that strike me as precious whenever I'm home, and this is one of them.
Lately, Rob and I have been talking about the possibility of moving back to the East coast. Nothing is definite and details haven't even begun to be ironed out, but to be able to get in the car and drive to have lunch with my family and friends is such a wonderful thought after almost a year of being so far away.
This post is in response to the following prompt: "Write about a lunch you loved." (From Old Friend from Far Away, page 209). If you've written a response of your own, please share it below in the comments!
P.S. Visit this post for future prompts.
