Back from the honeymoon, that is. The customs worker at the airport said it best when he glanced at both of our passports.
"Change of hair color for you," he said to me. "And she's cleaned you up," he squinted at Josh. "Congratulations."
We couldn't help but chuckle at that. Although I swear I'd never have gone pixie blonde if I hadn't met this man. Throughout the week, I'll be posting about our time in St. Lucia (just the eating and aventuring parts, not the honeymoon magic-making that will forever remain on that small island). I'll also be sharing photos of the wedding, but for now, our guests Eric and Lauren were on top of that and took some excellent photos with vegan cake porn.
We came back, missing the just-off-the-tree bananas of the Caribbean and immediately went to Sweet Freedom Bakery for chocolate chip banana bread. We also tried a cinnamon sugar donut, which oddly tasted like peanut butter (another item that I had been craving that we could not find while away). It was moist and cakey bliss.
We also decided to make an eggplant napoleon as our first cooked meal as a married couple. It was one of our wedding entrees. We decided to grill the veggies instead of breading and frying them for a lighter dish, and used some green tomatoes and yellow summer squash that we found at the Reading Terminal. I whipped up some cashew cheese to bind the layers together. We forgot to add microgreens that we had planned to garnish with. Underneath we had some tomato couscous with golden raisins.
There will be many more new undertakings in the kitchen, thanks to our guests who have supplied us with shiny kitchen gadgets. There was also one last minute gift that we picked up yesterday - a set of demitasse cups that belonged to former president of France, Charles de Gaulle (yes, they named the Paris airport after him). It was from the collection of a curator friend of ours and I am afraid to drink from the set, because I have a tendency to break fine things. Maybe one of my vows should have been to work on that.