It’s marathon weekend!

Although it isn’t a holiday weekend like it is in the U.S. (next weekend is bank holiday here!), the Brit and I are off to Scotland for two nights.

We’re heading north, so we can run the Edinburgh Marathon. I’m excited to get away for the weekend, but I’m not so excited to run 26.2 miles on Sunday. Running another marathon has been a goal of mine for the year I turn 30, so I am glad I’ll get to cross this off of my list.

However, I have trained poorly. I did have a time goal in mind, but at this point my goal is just to finish. And, I’m okay with that! And, I’m even more okay with that since the temperature is expected to be fairly warm on Sunday.

The weather here has been summer-like (and basically down right amazing!) this week, and I’m happy we can experience Edinburgh when it isn’t freezing cold and snowing as it was the last time we were there. So, I’ll be back with a full report on how we fared sometime on Monday.

Enjoy the weather and the long weekend (to those of you in the U.S.)!

Hiking the Yorkshire Three Peaks

A few months back, our friends asked if we would be interested in hiking the Three Peaks with them as part of a charity event. The Brit and I both love to try new things, so we both happily agreed — he knew what it was and I had no clue aside from it was a hike. I went about googling Three Peaks and came across the National Three Peaks, which involves hiking the highest peaks in England, Scotland and Wales…in 24 hours. I consider myself to be in fairly good shape, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this.

Thankfully, the Brit was sitting beside me when I came upon this and he righted me. We actually would be completing the Yorkshire Three Peaks, which including hiking the peaks of Pen-y-Ghent, Whernside, and Ingleborough in 12 hours. In total, it would be a roughly 25-mile hike. As the website shows, you can pay to have a guide lead you on certain days, but we did it on our own with a map (that I didn’t understood)!

So, the night before the hike, we stayed in an old farmhouse with rooms that the family rented out. I do not remember the name of it and would not really recommend it, so for that reason I am not going to try to figure out what it was called. The good thing about the location of the farmhouse was how convenient it was to get the the village of Pen-y-Ghent in the morning as we were set to begin at 7 AM.

The morning of the 21st of April, we got to the village and clocked in at the Pen-y-Ghent Cafe so we could have record of our official time, as the hike is a loop and you finish by checking back in at the cafe. Off we went to tackle the first of the peaks and we were all in good spirits as we made it to the top in about an hour.

At the top of Peak 1, Pen-y-Ghent!

When you reach the top of Pen-y-Ghent, you think this will be a breeze, but upon starting the descent you realize just how far it is between each peak. I have no idea the exact mileage between them, but I’m guessing 6-8 miles. Some of the hiking, mostly the ascents and immediate descents, is on rough trails, but a lot of the in-between-peak-hiking is through fields. And, on the day we were hiking, the fields had become extremely marsh-like. We often found ourselves taking the long way around just to avoid sinking knee-deep into mud and water. It was definitely an adventure and a bit of a puzzle trying to find the best route!

The crazy fog at the top of the peak.

Our friends crossing the stream.

The beautiful Yorkshire countryside.

We were lucky in that the weather held up and was mainly overcast until we nearly had reached the top of the second peak. At that point, it began to alternate between sleet and rain for quite awhile. We all pulled our rain gear out and kept it on for most of the rest of the day.

Nearly at the second peak, Whernside.

The photo above was taken from along side the road, where a few food trucks were set up. We had packed all of our food and drinks, so we just stopped for about 10 minutes to wait for our friends to drink their teas. (As I write that, I realize how completely English it sounds…stopping for a tea on a full-day hike — I love it!)

Enjoying the view hiking up Whernside.

Can you guess the Brit’s favorite color?

Looking back at Whernside…enjoying a brief break from the wet weather!

Between the second and third peak, we came upon a pub and the four of us were in need of some drying out (and a real toilet), so we made a pit stop. I enjoyed a pint of Diet Coke and a cup of tea (yes, this time I participated!) while sitting in front of the fireplace. It was nice to take a little break. We were soon off again as we only had one more peak to conquer. To me, the third peak, Ingleborough, was the toughest. The path up it was steep and it was hailing hard. The Brit had shorts on and the hail was pelting his legs. A couple pieces hit me in the face and stung like mad. All in a day’s fun, right?!

You can see some of the hail settling on Ingleborough. Fun times ahead!

Starting the trek up Ingleborough.

It was like we were on a different planet at the top.

When we finally reached the top of Ingleborough, it was a relief, but we had no idea how far we had to go until we were back in the village of Pen-y-Ghent, so the two of us kept guessing until we came across a sign that said it was 1.5 miles away. We picked up the pace a little to try to make the 12-hour mark so we could say we actually completed the ‘challenge’!

Happy to be near the end! (That is the first peak in the background.)

At this point, I could not wait to walk on an even surface. My feet just wanted a flat footpath that wasn’t wet, muddy, or rocky. I was so grateful when we got to the village, but my feet and legs almost didn’t know what to do on an even surface. It was such an odd sensation. Regardless, we were happy to be done and happy to have tried something new! We had completed the Yorkshire Three Peaks in less than 12 hours!

Back at the cafe where we started…tired and ready for a pint or two!

So, would I recommend the Yorkshire Three Peaks to others? Most definitely!

There are a few things to consider though. Because you are hiking for hours and for miles, you will go through moments when you are excited and loving life and others when you are annoyed and frustrated. Also, I would recommend that you are in a healthy physical state because it is trying at times and it is not an easy walking hike — your heart rate will rise and you will sweat. You will need to carry sufficient drinks and food with you because, although there are a few places as I mentioned that sell provisions, I was rarely hungry when we passed the food trucks and the pub, so it was good to have our own supply. And lastly, you should have proper hiking shoes or boots that are waterproof and sturdier than your every day trainers (sneakers) — you may laugh, but we saw people out there with trainers on!

Truthfully, it was an incredible experience and I would do it again (good thing as the Brit is already planning to try to beat our time)!

My Baby Brother Gets Married, Pt. 3

As I mentioned in this post, Adam and Kayla’s outdoor ceremony was set to begin at 6 PM. We awoke to gray skies and cool temperatures, but still hoped the ceremony could be held outside overlooking the Chesapeake Bay.

The outdoor area, before the rain came, where they were to be married.

The Brit and I headed off on a quick shopping trip with our fingers crossed that the sun and blue skies would still emerge. As we got into my parents’ SUV (4×4 to those of you from the UK!), I had a moment of panic as we both looked at each other and he said, ‘I’m a little nervous about you driving.’ I hated to admit it, but I had to agree and nodded my head. Even though it had only been 4 months since I last drove in the US, I still felt uneasy and found myself second guessing whether I was on the right side of the road or not. This seems odd to me, however, as I do not drive in England (which is actually a story for another day).

We decided to head to a different mall and to Trader Joe’s that morning. We both snagged a few items and wrapped up our shopping trip with lunch at Chipotle. (Yum.) I had to quickly get ready because Kayla’s sister was picking me up soon to head to their parents’ house to be with Kayla and the rest of the bridesmaids. I left myself zero time to properly do my hair and my mom’s makeup, but somehow it all got done just as my ride pulled up to the hotel. (Thank you, Jessi, for being my hair stylist for the day!)

Off we went to see the bride and as soon as we got into the house it was just calm. Kayla was completely fine with the fact that the venue had called and said the ceremony would need to be held indoors. And, I was really surprised by how relaxed it all seemed, not that Kayla is a tense person at all, but she was a bride on her wedding day. However, you could tell she was just ready and really content. She asked me how Adam was, and although I hadn’t seen him, I had spoken to him on the phone twice, so I told her he seemed really good and was hanging out with his groomsmen and friends playing hacky sack. (I seriously thought this game went out of style years ago, but it somehow made a resurgence on their wedding weekend!)

The bride sitting pretty!

All of us were making sure the bride’s hair was how she wanted it and that she was happy with how she looked in her dress. I get teary-eyed thinking about it, but Kayla looked so much like herself and was smiling ear-to-ear…just how a bride should be on her wedding day! There is something to be said for playing Just Dance on the Wii, having your friends and family do your hair, and doing your own makeup on your wedding day — right, K?!

The limo pulled up and we had a quick photo shoot before we were off to the ceremony….

With her parents

Kayla’s sister, the lovely bride, and me.

Once we got to the venue, the rain had started and everyone was thankful the ceremony was being held inside now. We had a short wait while the final guests arrived and found their seats and then it was time!

As is customary in the US, the bridesmaids enter the ceremony one at a time before the bride walks in with her father. (I’ve seen it done in the UK with the bridesmaids entering both before and after the bride.) I managed to avoid eye contact with Adam as I walked in as I was sure to lose my cool and cry, so I’m sure I was smiling awkwardly and looking either to the side or just above people’s heads.

The ceremony was short, about 15 minutes, but it was extremely heartfelt and touching as the pastor who married them has known Kayla since she was young and is a friend of her family. And just like that, they were Mr. and Mrs.!! (All of our photos from the ceremony are blurry because of the lighting, so you’ll have to imagine it!)

Then, it was time to party…and wow, can this group party! In between the ceremony and the reception though, we had photos taken and munched on some appetizers with the immediate family and wedding party. Soon, it was time for the evening festivities to begin as all of the wedding party plus the parents of the newlyweds were announced and entered the venue once more to watch them share their first dance.

Then, the maid of honor and the best man both gave fabulous toasts as we enjoyed some bubbly. (I had the honor of being the only one to have read the best man’s speech before the wedding and even though I had read and re-read it a few times in the months leading up it still left me in tears — well done, Jon!) We had a nice meal that even featured a Maryland specialty, crab bake, which was delicious. (For those who might not know, Maryland is known for the Chesapeake blue crab.)

Another great cake!

With some of my favorite people!

Immediately after dinner, the bride danced with her dad and Adam danced with our mom. (Best mother-son dance song ever…Sweet Child of Mine by Guns N’ Roses. Oh yes, they did!) And then, the drinks started flowing and the bride and groom got the dancing started and the dance floor was packed for the rest of the night! It was such a great time as is evidenced by the photos below.

My beautiful mom and my handsome brother.

Doing their dance to Dueling Banjos…you can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy!

The Brit, me, Dad, and Mom — we had our dancing shoes on all night! (Photo stolen from my cousin — thanks, Erica!)

My beautiful cousins and the best man!

We rock the self portraits…classy!

When we got back to the hotel that night, the emotions of the weekend and of the day just hit me. My little brother was married. When did he grow up?! And, I’m thankful it waited until just the Brit and my parents were around because they understood the tears. It was a fabulous weekend celebrating an even more fabulous couple! I am beyond honored that they asked me to be part of their wedding party as well, so thank you both for allowing me to be part of it.

And, as they say in England, I am absolutely chuffed to bits for them!

Big love and many congratulations to Adam and Kayla! Love you both. xx

My Baby Brother Gets Married, Pt. 2

We left off with the Brit and I zonked out after an exhausting day of travel and a fun reunion with family….

Regardless of how tired I was, I woke up ready to conquer the day at about 6:30 AM. Unfortunately, no one else was as eager as me to start the day, so after I texted everyone to see if they were awake and got no replies, I headed to the hotel gym in hopes of working out some of my unexplained energy. It did help quite a bit, but then I returned to our hotel room and proceeded to munch on Starburst jelly beans, which I’m sure had nothing to do with my hyperness. (Right.)

Anyway, the day involved some shopping because the Brit and I tend to flock to the mall when we’re in the U.S. to save money as everything is so much more expensive here in England. After some fun purchases, we met up with the rest of the family for a late lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings, which is your typical American sports bar. I hadn’t been to B-Dubs (as we call it) since I lived in Indianapolis five years ago, so it made me reminisce a little and miss my Indy friends! (Hi to the few that read the blog!)

Love these people…this photo just makes me laugh as we’re all posed around Jon with his beer.

This lunch was really nice because we all got to chill out and enjoy each other’s company over a few beers (pints?). While checking our IDs, the waitress had a good laugh at the Brit’s hairstyle in his driver’s license photo as she exclaimed, ‘What the?!’ Hahaha! His license was passed around for everyone to poke fun at his ‘Flock of Seagulls’-inspired ‘do in his photo. Ah, too funny. You know you’re part of the family when everyone can openly make fun of your former hairstyle choice!

(Side note:  It is interesting because I have grown accustomed to not taking my ID when we go out in England as it is never checked, so the Brit and I have to make a conscious effort to take our IDs out with us when we are in the U.S. I once made fun of him when we were out for a meal with our friends in Colorado and he didn’t have his ID, so he couldn’t order a beer. Now, I understand why it could be easy not to even consider bringing your ID out with you.)

After lunch, we had some time to kill before the evening’s festivities. This brings us to the American rehearsal dinner. The bane of my existence when American wedding traditions come up in conversation. As I explain it, people nod their heads in understanding, but I can tell they don’t really grasp the concept. Essentially, we have a rehearsal the night before the wedding, so that those involved in the ceremony know what to do – where to walk, where to stand, what to say, etc. It makes for a more seamless ceremony on the actual day.

The rehearsal is then followed by a rehearsal dinner that is traditionally hosted by the parents of the groom. As to who is invited to the rehearsal dinner, typically it is not open to all wedding guests. Instead, it is generally the wedding party and their significant others, the immediate family of the bride and groom, and in our case, some close friends and extended family. I believe it was a total of about 37 people.

The rehearsal is generally held in the actual ceremony venue, but the venue was not available on the Friday night before the wedding, so we had the rehearsal, led by the pastor performing the ceremony, where we had the dinner. Adam and Kayla chose to have have their rehearsal dinner at Dave & Buster’s, which is a restaurant and bar with an arcade attached to it. My parents had reserved one of the function rooms and we had a nice meal (I was impressed with how good the food was!) with delicious cake that had been ordered specifically in honor of the bride and groom’s honeymoon. Then, we continued to party while playing arcade games! It was so wonderful to catch up with family and friends before the wedding. (Truthfully, I think the rehearsal dinner should be adopted as tradition in the UK, but that is just my opinion!)

They are camping and kayaking for their honeymoon – the cake was incredible!

Because the wedding did not begin until 6 PM on Saturday, most of the groom’s side stayed out late! One of my best friends and her fiance were there and she and I haven’t had a night partying for years, so it was really fun for all of us!

It was such a good night with some of my favorite people!

My parents had all of the leftovers from the dinner in their hotel room, so around midnight, we had about 20 people crammed into their room chowing down until the guys (including the Brit who was adopted by all of Adam’s friends this weekend and was called ‘the foreigner’) went to a different room to have ‘bachelor party number two’ while I chilled with Mom and Dad before calling it a night around 1:30 PM.

Adam’s friends won this giant gorilla at Dave & Buster’s. I think they named it Harold, but I could be wrong. That is my dad beside it pretending to give it a Busch Light…so classy!

I promise to wrap it up in one final part…the wedding day!! Hooray!

My Baby Brother Gets Married, Pt. 1

Now that I have successfully completed my final two essays linked to my courses for my degree (YAY!), I can focus on other things for a little while. One of those things is catching up on posts from the wedding weekend we were lucky to be a part of during the last weekend in April.

There was so much to look forward to for this trip…celebrating my brother and his new wife, spending time with family, and a break from life in England which had been unusually hectic for us. Although the trip was very quick, in that we flew there on Thursday and our return flight left on Sunday night, I knew it would be a nice getaway for the two of us. (When people hear we fly to the U.S. for such a short amount of time, we get the funniest looks! But, honestly, when the Brit and I were living apart, the majority of our visits were like this, so we don’t think twice about it.)

Also, this was the Brit’s first American wedding! There is a good amount of wedding talk in our families at the moment (with his sister getting married in September and us in December).  And, because we are keen to combine English and American wedding traditions into our wedding, I was looking forward to him seeing some of the American wedding traditions in person.

But first, we had to get there. Our flight from Manchester to London was delayed on take-off then we were put in a circling pattern above Heathrow for about 20 minutes. It was neat to fly over London twice. However, panic set in for me. I was NOT okay with us missing our flight to the U.S., which was set to leave very soon. The Brit gets a kick out of me when I hit panic mode for things completely out of our control, but I was so upset because I was ready to be on U.S. soil.

We finally landed and it was a sprint (on my part) with the Brit walking at a normal speed behind me. We made it to the gate just as boarding was beginning, so then I could take a deep breath. We got on the plane and were all set for an on-time departure when it was discovered there were electrical problems with the plane, so it was another 1.5 hours before we left. The key though is that we left!

The best man, Jon, was set to pick us up from Dulles and for some reason the website listing the arrivals didn’t update until about 10 minutes before we arrived, so he’d been waiting for us for nearly two hours. He’s a good one for sticking around! Out we head to the car park and what does Jon notice? Oh, he left his lights on in his Jeep! Hahahahaha! So, after asking at least five people if they had jumper cables, we finally managed to find some good people who had some. Then, we were good to go! We did a quick stop to see his bachelor pad then off to Maryland we went.

Most of our friends and family weren’t arriving until the next day, so Mom, Dad, Jon, Richard, and I went out for a really nice meal. My mom had a glass and a half of wine and was super tipsy, which had us all laughing! We figured we hadn’t had enough to drink, so we found a brewery and had another round of drinks. This was by far the funniest part of the evening as my mom ‘needed some fresh air,’ so she and Dad went outside while the three of us finished our drinks. Mom kept coming right up to the window and waving at us — it was hilarious!

Mom and Jon…you can see the drink in her eyes! :)

The guys look nice and I look rough.

By the time we left the brewery, the Brit and I were exhausted, but my brother and Kayla were about 15 minutes from arriving, so I somehow managed to stay awake just long enough to say hi to the two of them, while the Brit had already faceplanted and promptly fell asleep in our hotel room.

The best man prepared for the arrival of the groom with two growlers of beer!

To be continued…. (I know the suspense is killing everyone!)

Mom knows best.

I’m hyped up on caffeine as I power through the last 4000 words (yea, I still have a lot to write) due at 4:30 PM on Monday. As I stare blankly at my notes trying to form coherent sentences, I can’t help but think back to my undergraduate days.

I’m a consistent procrastinator when it comes to writing essays (Researching and taking notes though? Not a problem!), so this was an issue of mine as I studied for my Bachelor’s degree too. Often, I would call my mom the night before the paper was due stressed to the max that I wouldn’t finish it on time. (Yes, I realize this was my fault.)

Regardless of my stupidity, she always knew just what to say to calm me down and get me refocused to power through the night. One of my all-time favorite lines of hers is, “You can do anything for 24 hours.”  I still think of it when I need to just get to the other side of a tough assignment or a stressful meeting because you know what is waiting for me at the end? Usually, non-junk food, a glass or two of wine, my bum on the couch, mindless television, and a good night of sleep.

Mom, thank you for always saying the right things (whether or not I recognized they were the right things at the time!) and for supporting me in everything I do. Thank you for being a strong and independent woman. Thank you for showing me that it is okay not to settle. Thank you for teaching me that just because you try something and it doesn’t work out that it doesn’t mean you failed. Thank you for loving A and I the way you do and opening your arms and your heart to our loves. Thank you for being a woman I am proud to take after (even if I do cringe a little every time the Brit calls me ‘mini Mary’!).

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I love you.

Thanks for making my friends always feel like part of the family, too! Photo from my brother’s wedding — my best friend, her fiance, Mom, me, the Brit.

P.S. As I’m sure my UK readers have gathered, Mother’s Day in the U.S. is not the same day as it is in the UK.

 

“What do you miss the most?”

A common question that I’m asked both in England and when I’m back in the U.S. is, “What do you miss the most about the U.S.?” Call me sappy (or soppy, if you’re British), but I always reply with, “My family.”

And then, I usually get a blank stare. Apparently, there is a wrong answer to this question! Who knew?!

Family is not the answer people expect. They are usually wanting to know about foods, stores, television shows, and other things that people get nostalgic about. Of course, there are things that I miss and, truth be told, it is usually food. (Seriously, I love food.)

This past weekend, my awesome parents gifted me this humongous bag of Starburst jelly beans in a resealable bag. My eyes lit up when I saw this because I had never seen this large of a bag, but my dad found it online and I was one happy lady since these don’t seem to exist in England. Thank you, Mom and Dad! You’d better believe those things are already gone…except the red ones, which ended up in the bin because I’ve never liked that flavor.

They also brought us a pound box of chocolate-covered pretzels from the most amazing chocolate shop in my hometown. (They were finished in 2 days. We have no will power when it comes to these bits of chocolatey deliciousness.)

We took some time to hit up Chipotle and Trader Joe’s (yes to almond butter and the most perfectly dried mangos ever). Happiness. On Sunday, my new sister-in-law’s (yay! wedding posts to come!) family hosted a delicious barbecue with burgers fresh from the grill, potato salad, and loads of other foods that remind me of summers in the U.S. All of which was washed down by a cold Miller Lite in a bottle.

Why does barbecue in the U.S. just taste better?! Yum.

We did our fair share of shopping, too. I know I am going to have to adjust to the prices in England soon, especially because we won’t be back in the U.S. until 2013, but I like to hold off on purchasing things I need (and I know I can definitely purchase at a much lower price) until we are state-side…I’m fully stocked on BareMinerals and summer dresses now and the Brit got some new work shirts and ties. So, I think we are set for awhile now!

So yes, there are things that I miss, but in all seriousness, it is my family that I miss most. They really are the best, and the Brit and I both wished we had another day or two to spend with them during this last trip. I love you, family!

P.S. One day, I will do a post about television shows, not so much about what I miss (Modern Family is the only one, really), but some of the hilarious British quiz and chat shows that I love here (as I type this I am watching Alan Carr…love him).

It’s going to be a great weekend!

I wasn’t going to blog again until we returned from the States hungover with love and memories (and booze, of course) after a weekend of celebrating my brother and his soon-to-be wife. Then, I got an e-mail from my other ‘brother’ (my brother’s best friend/best man and our neighbor growing up, who, whether he likes it or not, has been adopted unofficially into our family) that suggested he was surprised I hadn’t written about our ‘big trip’ this weekend. So, Jon, here we go…no crying, remember?! :)

The truth is, it is a VERY big weekend for us! My little brother is getting married! I won’t embarrass him too much in this post, but I do have a few things to say about A.

My brother is a great man. A tough guy with a big heart. Tells it like it is. Always good for a laugh. Can talk to anyone. A hard worker. Loves his family and friends like mad. Protective. A best friend. Gives awesome hugs. Just an all-around genuine person.

Nothing but laughs with this one!

Sometimes, we butt heads, but we always get over it. I’ve given him my share of sisterly advice and probably way more than he has ever wanted, but he always listens even if he rarely takes said advice…that’s how it goes though! And, I understand. I get it. It is his life, but I’ve always wanted only the very best for him. I know this weekend will bring nothing but the best for him. And, that? That makes me smile and get teary-eyed.

With their crazy pup!

A has had a few girlfriends throughout the years and none of them were ever good enough…this is my completely unbiased older sister opinion, by the way, and not his words! But then, he met K. I remember it like it was yesterday…we were talking on the phone as I drove home from work when I lived in Washington. He had called to tell me he had a date with this girl and I could tell that A really liked her. I could tell this one was different.

This was in January 2010, and I didn’t actually meet her until November 2010, but I already liked her without meeting her. (Gasp!) She makes my brother happy and that meant the world to me. I’m so thrilled for the two of them as they start this new adventure together. And, Richard and I can’t wait to be part of their big day on Saturday!

Cheers and big love to my baby brother and his soon-to-be wife! We are beyond thrilled for the two of you!

Love you two!

{Wedding} Asking my lovely bridesmaids!

I’m not sure how much I will blog about wedding preparations because, to tell you the truth, there is not much to arrange when you have your wedding at an all-inclusive resort in the Caribbean. So much of it is taken care of for you, and the Brit and I (after two weeks of stress while deciding on an island and a resort) have decided that we will do everything possible to make sure each day until The Big Day will be carefree.

One thing I knew I wanted to make a little special and spend some extra time on was asking my beautiful friends to be part of our big day. I’m not very artsy or crafty, so I turned to the internet to find fun cards to ask them to be bridesmaids. There are some great finds out there, but the card that caught my eye was simple, fun, and got straight to the point…

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These cards by Jenuine Paper Company on Etsy were just what I was looking for. The owner, Jen, was so nice and accommodating since she is based in Los Angeles and I was asking to have them shipped to me in England.

The cards are a pale purple with gold writing and a gold envelope. The gold lettering and the envelope have a hint of shimmer to them. I think they were a hit with my bridesmaids!

I’m terrible though because I could barely wait for the cards to arrive to them in the mail, so I often found myself texting them (and with one of the girls, asking before I even sent the card!) to see if they had ‘got anything in the mail from me lately.’ Haha! I have ZERO patience when it comes to this sort of stuff.

I feel so blessed that all five of them said ‘yes’ (not only to being in the wedding, but to taking on the expense of attending a destination wedding) and I couldn’t be more thrilled to have them stand with me on that day in December!

A Traditional Dessert: Sticky Toffee Pudding

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One weekend in 2011, when I was still living in Washington, the Brit and I decided to fly to Pennsylvania and meet each other half way to visit with my parents and to see each other. Prior to arriving at my parents’ house, we had decided we wanted to introduce my family to a traditional English dessert (or pudding, as they refer to it here sometimes) and chose to bake sticky toffee pudding for my family, particularly for my dad, aka the king of desserts. :) (Hey, Dad!)

I found a recipe for the dish, which had U.S. measurements, and we got to work. As you can see from the recipe below, it calls for a water bath. The water bath proved to be a bit of a pain that first time and then again when we made sticky toffee pudding for Mother’s Day dinner in England this year. (Mother’s Day in England was on March 18th. Father’s Day in both the UK and the US are on the same day though. Interesting.) I’m not sure if it is the water bath that is the root of the problem, but the suggested cooking time in this recipe is not nearly enough when baked in the water bath. I think we generally have to bake the cake part for at least 20 minutes longer.

The end result though is delicious and best served warm with the toffee sauce poured generously on top. It’s traditional to also pour custard on top of this dessert in the UK, but I prefer it with some vanilla ice cream. Neither of us had ever made custard before, so we all had a good laugh as the two of us tried to get the consistency and color of it just right before dessert was served at the Brit’s sister’s house! Thankfully, his mum came to the rescue by adding some boiling water to help thin it out and calm down the bright yellow color.

This is the recipe I used from Razzle Dazzle Recipes (please note these are US measurements):

For the cake/pudding:
1 3/4 cups packed pitted dates (about 10 ounces)
2 cups water
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 stick (6 tablespoons) unsalted butter, softened
1 cup granulated sugar
3 large eggs

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Butter and flour an 8-inch square baking pan (2 inches deep), knocking out excess flour.

Coarsely chop dates and in a 1 1/2- to 2-quart saucepan simmer dates in water, uncovered, 5 minutes. Remove pan from heat and stir in baking soda. (Mixture will foam.) Let mixture stand 20 minutes.

While mixture is standing, into a bowl sift together flour, baking powder, ginger, and salt. In a large bowl with an electric mixer beat together butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in eggs 1 at a time, beating well after each addition. Add flour mixture in 3 batches, beating after each addition until just combined. Add date mixture and with a wooden spoon stir batter until just combined well.

Pour batter into baking pan and set pan in a larger baking pan. Add enough hot water to larger pan to reach halfway up sides of smaller pan and bake in middle of oven until a tester comes out clean, 35 to 40 minutes. Remove smaller pan from water bath and cool pudding to warm on a rack.

Make sauce while pudding is cooling.

For the sauce:
1 3/4 sticks (3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons) unsalted butter
1 1/2 cups packed light brown sugar
1 cup heavy cream
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

In a 1 1/2- to 2-quart heavy saucepan melt butter over moderate heat and add brown sugar. Bring mixture to a boil, stirring occasionally, and stir in cream and vanilla extract. Simmer sauce, stirring occasionally, until thickened slightly, about 5 minutes. Cool sauce to warm.

Cut warm pudding into squares. Serve pudding with vanilla ice cream and warm Sauce.

Serves 6 to 8.

Source: Dalvay By The Sea in Prince Edward Island, Canada