ten years ago

we were married in the house that has belonged to Jake's family for generations, in Wellfleet, on Cape Cod (it's that little arm that pokes out from Massachusetts), with our little 6 month-old Jonas, and some close friends and family, in a beautiful pine grove on their property that felt like a church.

you can't see it,

but he's wearing my favorite gingham shirt

So we decided to celebrate with an evening out (thanks, Dad and Susan) at Primo, which is primo on so many levels. Remember our date this spring, when we went to Fore Street? We may not get to have many dates, but when we do we like excellent food and good company as the criteria.

The special cocktail of the night was a strawberry mojito with lemon balm. We said: yes, please.

This tiny little puff of cheesy pastry and crab with tiny baby greens was our amuse bouche...

Do you love these knives with the bees on the handle?!

We got to have adult conversation and some great eavesdropping and people watching. The hit of the night, which I am sorry was not so photogenic, was the wild mushroom soup with crostini and wild mushrooms served atop with a few truffle shaves. I mean, we are talking about light (creamy without being overly dairy-laden), completely smooth-textured, rich with morel and other mushroom-y flavors, and basically what I would choose to eat in heaven. We both had it, and I am so glad we opted NOT to share. It would have been too difficult.

my entree:

halibut with farro and wild mushrooms

Jake's dessert of the night has now beaten out my fresh blueberry pie from last summer as his best of all time dessert, below. Apple tart on the left; buttermilk vanilla ice cream with a sliver/crisp of apple, middle; hazelnut tart at right. And get this: the accent was (ready?!) Candied Bacon.

A M A Z I N G

they squiggled Happy on my plate

and Anniversary on his

two chile truffles and a smile of candied orange

(we had already consumed the sour peach gellies)

And today was father's day. Two dads were busy replacing a rotten porch on our outbuilding.

Two crafty dads....

Jake and my dad

(who made the rocket ship)

My new favorite song, yes go listen and watch right now. My spouse of ten years may be pushed over the edge to divorce (or maybe just leaving the room) by my propensity to play a song on repeat when I really like it.