Today is September 2. September 2! Tim and I are getting married in 44 days, as in next month, six weeks from tomorrow. Yesterday, September 1, I went to a dress fitting.
I stood in front of a wall of mirrors and looked at myself, standing next to a tall blonde woman with a thick European accent who tried to sell me a $350 veil, and I thought, look at me! I’m wearing a big, white dress!
And then I thought, look at me? I’m wearing a big, white dress?
Tim comes over most nights and we make dinner together. Wednesday, it was brown rice pasta covered in olive oil, chopped heirloom tomatoes and lime basil, hunks of sheep’s milk feta that melted into a cheesy sauce, salt and pepper.
Last night, it was a roast chicken and broccoli, and now I have stock simmering on the stove. After we eat, we sit on the air mattress I have set up in my living room as our makeshift sofa, and we watch TV on the flat-screen my brother gave us (!!) and fall asleep until a show ends and wakes us up, and Tim leaves, and I go to bed.
A couple times this past week, I’ve been woken up (at 1 AM, at 4 AM) by my late-night upstairs neighbors arguing. The first time, it was so startling, so surreal, I just laid in bed, my heart racing, wondering if what I was hearing was really happening.
The second time, I realized it was, and I wished someone else were hearing it, too. Last night, I recognized that someone was crying.
We have a to-do list, me and Tim, a long one. It’s filled with tasks to accomplish before the wedding, and every time one of us says or thinks, man, I wish we were just married already!, I remember the list and think of all the things separating us from then, and I say something very unhelpful to Tim like, Why didn’t we elope?
And another night goes by, and another day, and I go thrifting with my future sister-in-law and find a $7 chair and a $9 chair and a gorgeous $7 crock for our future umbrellas, and our house becomes more and more of our future home, and Tim and I make another dinner, and we bake another batch of cookies and, we make reservations for our honeymoon.
It’s in this new almost-home that a company asks to send me some fresh fennel and then surprises me with an entire case (!!), so then there Tim and I are, standing side by side, making a big salad and cooking the leaves in a tea, while he’s talking about the health benefits of fennel and how it’s good for your immune system, your colon, women’s health.
And it’s in times like those that it hits me, just like when we’re eating dinner on our hardwood floors or laughing about how we have to jiggle a toilet valve every time we use the bathroom, I don’t want to forget this. Any of it.
Someday far from now, when we have furniture and a garden and a long history of sharing the same last name, when we’ve already done holidays with both families, when these simple beginnings feel faded and almost not real, I don’t want to forget how nice it was to be at the threshold of sharing life together. I don’t want to forget how all the changes — in the pain as much as the bliss — were so new, so unexpected, so constantly surprising.
I don’t want to forget they were good.
We bought nettle tea a few weeks ago because of its powerful nutritional benefits, and given that it is so powerful, I fully expected to dislike this thrown-together tea. However — we made two teas that afternoon, this and a much more normal tulsi-lemon-basil-honey, and this one was by far my favorite.
Sweet, reminiscent of anise and a pure delight.Print
Tea anyone? This particular blend of nettle and fennel has powerful natural benefits and with some natural sweeteners, it’s a tasty take on a ubiquitous beverage.
- nettle tea bags (1 tea bag per cup of water)
- one big bunch of fresh fennel leaves
- lemon juice, if desired
Boil water with tea bags and fennel and honey — add about 1 tea bag per cup of water and 2-3 TBS of honey depending on how much tea is made. We can’t remember if we squeezed lemon in or not, but it’s another option.
After it’s the strength and flavor you desire, chill the tea and drink over ice.
About Shanna Mallon
Shanna Mallon is a freelance writer who holds an MA in writing from DePaul University. Her work has been featured in a variety of media outlets, including The Kitchn, Better Homes & Gardens, Taste of Home, Houzz.com, Foodista, Entrepreneur, and Ragan PR. In 2014, she co-authored The Einkorn Cookbook with her husband, Tim. Today, you can find her digging into food topics and celebrating the everyday grace of eating on her blog, Go Eat Your Bread with Joy. Shanna lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with Tim and their two small kids.