I admit it, I’m ridiculously late on this post. I should have written about this right after the 4th, but I just haven’t gotten around to it. No more delaying, and no more procrastinating. That’s right, it’s time to talk about our gorgeous intro into the 4th of July weekend.
Rebekah and Nick hosted a family gathering at their place on the Friday going into the holiday weekend. I’m using the term “family gathering” in the most literal sense imaginable. It was R’s father, sister J, and J’s boyfriend, paired with my sister, brother-in-law, and niece. Family, as defined by Webster’s.
We knew we’d wanted to get together over the hectic and insane holiday, and they were nice enough to offer to have us all over for a gorgeous evening of food, wine, and great conversation. I’ve posted about their house before, the lovely way their backyard feels, the drama and nature and beauty and relaxed feel of it all. And so, my family packed up in the Sites Family Truckster, and we headed off down the road a spell…
We rolled up with a giant cooler full of beer and wine. It was to get us through the whole weekend, and knowing the layout of R and N’s fridge, this was a wise vessel. Immediately, introductions were made all around, and I poured some wine. Pleasantries were exchanged, and I set about what I do when at their house for dinner. I let R put me to work. I chopped herbs, I acted as N’s sous chef on a tremendous fig dish. Some of us gathered outside, and some of us in the kitchen. Our niece was the lucky one, chosen to go help dig beets and arugula out of the garden.
It all flows so easily there, every single time I’m lucky enough to be invited over. We’ve arrived at the point in our friendship where I’m expected to help, which truly delights me to no end. I respect and admire my friends, especially their commitment to food and wine. So being trusted with these tasks makes me feel more at home than anything else.
When we finally sat down to eat, at 10:20pm, we were seated at the large, wood table, set as if we were in France, directed to our seats by the phenomenal place cards made by my niece and R’s sister. Eating by candlelight on the table, twinkle lights strewn through the trees, and a smoky smell coming off the fire. We dined, and I use the word dine here very literally, on grilled hangar steak and cucumber salad. We ate prosciutto and melon, and a delicious green salad. We had fantastic wine and lovely beer.
But most of all, we had laughter. Hilarious, unadulterated, belly-rolling laughter. The kind that made us all sore and rosy-cheeked by the end of the night.
Although, some of that was surely from the wine.
Figs and Goat Cheese, From Memory (N: If you can add to this, PLEASE do!)