Posts Tagged ‘family reunion’

Well, I feel reune-ed

Sunday, August 5th, 2012

This weekend was my family reunion (for my mom’s side of the family). It was in Woodland Park at a place called Triple B Ranch, so on Friday afternoon Crockett and I packed up the car (and the dogs) and headed down.

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There was a considerable amount of confusion on the part of the small furry members of the family.

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We stopped a couple of times along the way for supplies. Namely, wine. Lots of wine.

I was a little stressed, you guys. See, my mom is one of twelve children, and only one of her siblings wasn’t there. When you include my grandma, my aunts and uncles husbands and wives and a few (but not nearly all) of the grandkids and some of their significant others, we had about forty people. And one cousin and I were in charge of food.

Since I had to work Friday, my mom and that cousin did the shopping – and since they were doing the shopping, I took it on myself to turn our meal plan into a list with quantities. I was nervous about putting together food for that many people.

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Here’s some of them at our pancake breakfast. See? Lots of people!

We did do things other than eat, of course.

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We danced, and sang karaoke, and walked the dogs. The ranch had horses, so some people rode. (I opted to not smell like horse all weekend, so I passed.) We hung out with the puppies in the room and played charades. I supervised pool volleyball…

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With the help of a solo cup of wine and my kindle. Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead is a strange, compelling book, y’all.

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I cooked. Good heavens did I cook. This is a just one of the tables set up for one of the meals – the tables go off to the left and all those tables in the background were full of eating people in just a few minutes.

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I set aside food for myself while no one was paying attention. Grilled corn, turkey burger, half of a beef burger, broccoli salad, caprese salad (it’s back there, I swear), avocado, and some pita chips.

It turns out I love pita chips.

I may have gained five pita chip related pounds this weekend.

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Cloey enjoyed watching the world go by…

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and Maida enjoyed sitting under people’s chair and catching stray pieces of food.

Unfortunately, Crockett had to go home Saturday evening, so on Sunday my mom and I drove back together.

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The car was full of leftover food and exhausted, farm smellin’ dogs.

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We stopped for Coffee Light Frapuccinos (I don’t drink these very often, but when I do I’m always pleasantly surprised by how much tasty coffee bitterness they manage to maintain – are the non light ones that way too?).

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When I made it home, I gleefully shopped for a week’s worth of food for two people. Two. Yogurt, scallops, salad – it all fit into one tiny cart.

It was glorious.

If you’re interested, this was the meal plan for the weekend, with my commentary and quantities (and weird blog formatting that I’m too lazy to fix, sorry!):

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I especially like the last line. I’m so sensitive.

 

home again home again

Wednesday, August 17th, 2011

Yes, this is my third post of the night. I apologize if you’re reading this in an RSS feed and are like DUDE, EMMA, LET SOMEONE ELSE TALK.

Last Friday (yeah, I’m still back there – that’s why three posts in one night but this is totally the last one probably unless Crockett comes over here with some wine and then I may just keep going you never know) we woke up in Mackinaw City, Michigan, with a mid-afternoon arrival planned for Mio, Michigan.

 

That trip was never going to happen without adequate sustenance. Three hours of driving takes it’s toll, yo.

The Mackinaw City Pancake Chef had limited choices, but I managed to put together a good plate.

I had a whole pile of melon salad, a few strawberries, and two bites each of scrambled eggs, grits with syrup, hash browns with ketchup, sausage, and french toast with cherries hiding underneath.

I killed this plate while the people at our table who didn’t go for the buffet waited for their food, and then twiddled my thumbs. Downside of the buffet.

Upside of the restuarant?

You mention that there are a couple of birthdays in the group and they bust out two whole freaking cakes.

After breakfast Crockett and I walked back to our motel, to burn off a little breakfast.

Crockett went old school.

Doesn’t this look just like the picture on the Pancake Chef menu? I’m such a good photographer I sometimes don’t even know what to do with myself.

I asked Crockett to take a picture of me in front of the bridge, and then right when he pushed the button I realized we were standing in front of a lighthouse.

A LIGHTHOUSE.

I love lighthouses. I find them romantic. Probably because I was never a lighthouse keeper.

After the lighthouse, I was pretty much done with Mackinaw, so we headed down to Mio.

The Mio reunion was Crockett’s mom’s family (everything prior was Crockett’s dad’s family), and it was much more structured. They reserved space at the Mio park and set up a tent and had meals planned and all sorts of magical magic.

The camp came with lots of space to play, which the kids of the fam took full advantage of.

I’m not going to lie. Crockett’s mom’s family is enormous. I’m still not sure I knew some of the names that I thought I knew. They’re also super nice.

We celebrated the birthdays again. (Yes, these are the same two kids celebrating. Yes, this is the third time we’re having cake. Yes, they are kids after my own heart.)

We also had the grown up camper’s equivalent of birthday cake: Cheetos and red wine (Big House Red – surprisingly delicious even in a Super 8 cup). There were two full tables of food – pulled pork, sloppy joes, ten million kinds of chips, brownies, candy, and salads? Oh my god salads. Tuna salads, pasta salads, fruit salads, ambrosia salads, potato salads, vegetable salads… no plain salad salad, but basically anything else you can think of that ends in salad? Yeah, they had that salad.

Then, sadly, we ran into some Mother Nature shaped issues.

In this case, Mother Nature was shaped like a whole lot of raindrops. For a whole long time.

I was borrowing sweatshirts and wiggling into my pants in the backseat of the car. From my position here in my 70 degree Colorado evening, I’m having a hard time remembering the cold, but I know it was there.

The family was cool enough that being under the tent was pretty slick, so we survived the rain.

Two days later, we started the drive home.

P.S. I would have included pictures of Pioneer General (aka Am-Depot), but I was too busy buying Amish knives and Amish candy and wondering if I could pull off and Amish straw hat to remember to take any. Sad, I know. The knives are badass, though.