We did what we do best: we ate really well. A week ago we loaded up our little car with clothes, some gifts (yes, that was a drum bouncing around in the trunk for 8+hrs), and even our running clothes. We failed to utilize the latter at any point, but we had great intentions.
On a trip like this, the only downtime we had was for meals. We did manage to sneak away for a movie (at a theatre that served alcohol!), but otherwise we were fairly booked. Whether we were munching on snacks at a kitchen counter, deciding which cookie to get at a bakery, or ordering fajitas for the second time in two days, our family time was spent around food. Maybe we don’t practice the tradition of breaking bread, or taking communion, in the same historical (and religious) way that some people do today. But some of my fondest memories come from participating in Shabbat dinner with my best friend growing up.
Dinner with Kimmy’s family is what made me aware of the rituals we have with food. As I grew older, I was able to laugh at the idea of the unused dining table, but also loved when we all squeezed around it for a holiday meal. During college, I appreciated sitting down for tea with my mom and catching up. In Poland I was crammed between the kitchen table and the fridge – eating a lot of bread, cheese, and tomato sandwiches. All of these little moments were times that we “broke bread.”
The most important part of the trip came last Friday. We got up early and drove the remaining 90 minutes to Columbus, tasked with getting our marriage license. I dumped my Starbucks coffee cup on the walk to the courthouse. Ten minutes later we left, holding an envelope with our marriage license. Of course we’re not married yet, but the clock is ticking. The clerk reminded us that we have 60 days to get married now.
It was a huge moment that we didn’t have time to really digest because we had to head over to our next appointment. By the time lunchtime came, we were both starving. I insisted that we go to Till Fare, who are catering our wedding. We finally got to reflect on the importance of the morning. The breaking of the bread came in the form of sharing a bowl of okra bisque. In fact, the whole meal was shared – we took sips of each other’s cocktails (his whiskey-kombucha cocktail reignited a desire for kombucha in me), fed each other some soup, and shared the rest of our entrees.
At the end of the meal, our plates were completely clean. Our wedding should end that way too – a full belly, a few cocktails, and leaving with a smile.