Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Yesterday was one of those horrible days we get sometimes, when it's cold (for us) and wet and rainy and windy - when we wear long sleeves and huddle under quilts and shut all the windows. We had flash flood warnings (meaning don't just watch, but they will happen so be prepared) and the entire government closed down at noon.
I got home before 11 AM, and was snug in DH's long-sleeved T shirt by the time he got home, wet and soaked because he drives a Jeep with a canvas top and no side windows.
So I made him Jewish comfort food - matzah ball soup. Steaming hot, big fluffy matzah balls, rich broth - all from a box. Took about 45 minutes to prepare and cook. Low cal (9 servings in the box, 40 calories each, I figure we each had about 1/3 of the package so 120 cals for 3 matzah balls and broth). Low fat. Horrendously high sodium, we both could taste it. But oh so good.
Followed, of course, by tiny slices of the anniversary chocolate decadence torte sitting in the fridge - we finally are halfway through it, three days later, with DH having eaten 75% of what's gone. This is also comfort food, at least for us. Chocolate is so soothing and comforting and just makes the world a better place.
Monday, November 16, 2009
100% chance of rain. Flash flood warnings. Huge yellow and red areas on the doppler radar, over us and to the east, with the trade winds coming from the east. We're in for a wet wet wet day. So dark outside at 9:30 AM, the outdoor lights are still on (even though they're controlled by light-sensors).
Thunder and lightning. Power has been on and off this morning - we're at school, the principal announced to keep students in class instead of switching classes if it's pouring or lightning when the period ends.
If water starts coming in under my door, I'm outta here!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Okay, so we cancelled the reservation in St. John and went to my fave little restaurant here on St. Thomas ( www.roomwithaviewvi.com/ ) - we got a little dressed up (I wore the black ruffle-bottom pants, they have string on each side to ruche them, I looked like a rock star! with leopard print Birks, LOL) - we had a lovely dinner, chatted with the owner (we've been going there for years for special occasions), we had a window table for the view but stayed warm and dry. So it was romantic, but more practical than the ferry and St. John in the rain - plus DH twisted his knee playing tennis this morning.
And we came home and each had a sliver of decadence torte - I was full of duck l'orange, DH was full of NY strip steak - and I still have enough leftover duck for dinner tonight. With, of course, a bit of the decadence - which DH will enjoy as well.
Maybe we need a candlelit dinner at home for tonight......
Saturday, November 14, 2009
*With apologies to Herman Wouk, who wrote the book "Rain Don't Stop de Carnival" - which is also a Carnival song title.
Tomorrow is our 6th wedding anniversary. I'm making our wedding cake - a rich dark chocolate decadence - this is always DH's request.
He made reservations for a pricey restaurant on St. John. We like to take the evening ferry across the channel, sitting upstairs or out front, watching the sunset and the lights and the stars coming out. Wander around St. John a bit, go to this lovely restaurant, have a fabulous dinner, have a moonlit ferry ride home, and then a slice of chocolate decadence torte for a late dessert.
Sounds like a lovely romantic evening. And usually it is.
But this is November in the Caribbean. Late hurricane season. And while we aren't having a hurricane, it is raining. Lightning and thunder. I even saw a water spout (tornado over water) while driving across town earlier today.
We learned about November the year we got married - you'd think our climate would be perfect for outdoor weddings and receptions, but fortunately DH kept saying "what if it rains?" so we planned most events for indoors. Some of my Spark friends know the story - We had record breaking rains that week and weekend, my car died, power was off and on, school was out because of the flooding, my phone died, guests were arriving and no one could go to the beach, the night of my shower we had unbelievable floods and my car (finally fixed) went through a puddle where the water hit the windshield. Really. Next night was a curfew, but it was the "meet the family" dinner so we went to the restaurant - the cops showed up at 8 PM and said the place should be closed - DH said he hadn't had dessert, they gave us an extra hour (!). One of my friends, who travelled 4000 miles to get here, was evacuated from her flooded hotel room. (really!) Wedding day, the synagogue was flooded - and shortly before the ceremony, the ceiling caved in on the chuppah. The wine vendor lost our order when their office was flooded, so our reception only had sparkling cider and champagne. Next day, our beach picnic was moved to a parking lot because the beach was closed due to high waves and water pollution.
But you know what? We had a great time surrounded by friends and family, we had absolutely everything the way we wanted (with the exception of decent weather), and we had fun! The music was great, everyone was happy for us, everyone danced, and everyone ate tons of the chocolate decadence cakes.
So tonight - in honor of our crazy wedding story - we'll go out in the rain and thunder and lightning. Maybe I won't wear my new black pants with ruffles, because they'll drag in the puddles - maybe I'll wear cropped pants and plastic sandals and have a raincoat on over my clothes. (with a hood) Maybe we'll have to sit inside the ferry, which isn't half as much fun. But we'll celebrate our anniversary, we'll remember all the crazy events of our wedding, and we'll come home to our chocolate cake, and have a lovely evening.
Because rain don't stop de anniversary, or de Carnival, or de fun.
A few photos, since I'm feeling sentimental (and while waiting for the eggs to come to room temp):
Note the hole in the ceiling above DH's head:
Friday, November 13, 2009
A new Sparkie friend (Watermelon) said this is her favorite poem - I think I'll send it to DH, our 6th anniversary is Sunday.
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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