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Our dreamy Irish wedding (part 2)

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And now I want to tell you about my late Uncle Alex. He was my father’s kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

– Kurt Vonnegut

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Our dreamy Irish wedding (part 1)

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I don’t believe in marriage.

No, I really don’t. Let me be clear about that. I think at worst it’s a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense. At best, it’s a happy delusion – these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they’re about to make each other. But, but, when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don’t think it’s conservative or delusional. I think it’s radical and courageous and very romantic.

– Tina Modotti in Frida

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Our boozy Irish wedding cake

How I made my own wedding cake

I never intended on doing something as crazy as making our wedding cake. But then one day, late March, I was so bored out of my mind that I decided to make a cake. A boozy number that was comprised of chocolate stout layers smothered with Irish cream frosting and doused in whiskey ganache. And upon taking my first bite I thought: OH MAN. This would make for a delicious wedding cake. And upon taking my second bite I thought: I SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE OUR WEDDING CAKE. Continue Reading

Our third trip to Ireland

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Just like our wedding day, our time in Ireland flew right by. One day we were running around like chickens with our heads cut off, trying to figure out what the hell we were going to do if Air Canada didn’t find Thom’s bag, then the next we were on a plane to Copenhagen, setting off on the first leg of our (mini) honeymoon. Somewhere in there we managed to squeeze in a wedding. I don’t know how, but we did. Continue Reading