Otherwise known as the best season ever. What’s on your list for fall?
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I was so honored to find out recently that a fellow blogger, lovinghomemade, decided to spread some love and nominate A Thousand Threads for the Addictive Blog Award… a huge honor because the award comes from someone who understands exactly what it takes, and she still likes my blog… so thank you lovinghomemade, it really means a ton.
But here’s the thing… the award requires that the nominated blogger share a little bit about why they blog, and when I thought about it, I realized that I’ve never really answered that question.
In fact, I’m not even sure it’s something I’ve ever fully thought through. Deep down, of course, I know… but even now, it’s not easy to put into words why I do this thing, night after night… keeping my poor guy awake so long he falls asleep on the floor while waiting for me to finish up and head to bed, only to wake up to another day of work and another night of blogging.
Wow okay that probably doesn’t sound very appealing at all… but it is, I swear it. I’ll try to make the case a little better below…
Stefanie and Paulo’s intimate backyard barbeque was as simple and as beautiful as they come. The bride, a wedding photographer herself, and the groom, a musician, took on much of the work themselves, and supplied a ton of fun props for friends to play with throughout the night… which made for some pretty great shots.
Of course, those awesome shots are made all the more awesome by the fact that the wedding was shot in film.
You know what a sucker I am for film.
The wedding was shot by Kristina Belkina, and shared with A Thousand Threads by second shooter Kirill Bordon, whose work is featured here.
Thank you, Kirill, for sharing these beautiful shots!
All week, Mark has been going on about this thing at the farm. He wasn’t really sure what it was, but it was on Saturday, maybe in the evening. He thought it might involve food…
By Saturday, this whole thing was barely on my radar, but finally, the morning of, I got some answers. It turned out we were headed to a potluck.
So of course we all know I was excited. I’ve been rambling on about a potluck for months. I didn’t even mind the scramble to find something to cook (ah-hem).
Really though, the scramble just meant that I had a great excuse to fall back on a favorite.
If there is one blog I use as a constant resource (a cookbook more than a blog) it’s Smitten Kitchen. I’m sure it’s not news to most of you that Deb’s incredibly tasty, highly vetted collection is nothing short of amazing (I kind of want to steal all of her recipes… and while I’m at it, make off with her incredible storytelling skills). Not one of her recipes has ever let me down… and this one is no exception.
Of course… poor Mark, he may never look at a carrot the same again.
I totally buy in to the Julia Child quote “…nothing is too much trouble if it turns out the way it should.” So when Deb says you should grate the carrots by hand?
Well… I ask Mark to grate the carrots by hand.
Really, though… I’ve never made this cake with a food processor, so I can’t speak to the difference, but I believe wholeheartedly that the teeny tiny shreds of carrot you get when you use the small side of the cheese grater (and grate… and grate… and grate) allow for the truly incredible nature of this moist, mouth-watering, truly perfect carrot cake. If you’re looking for a recipe, seriously… stop with this one. It’s the best.
While in Nova Scotia, we learned all about the rich history of Wedgeport, a now-sleepy fishing village that, once upon a time, hosted celebrities, trail-blazing fishermen (and women) and as many as twenty-eight different countries during its annual International Tuna Cup. The match was held from 1937 to 1976, and put Wedgeport on the map.
Though it no longer stakes claim to the title of sport tuna fishing capitol of the world, Wedgeport is still quite the little mecca, and continues to attract Anglers from across North America to its Tuna Tournament & Festival each year. If you’re just dying to hear more (I know you are) you can read all about it at the museum’s website, and even take a virtual tour.
This is it for my Nova Scotia ramblings, I promise, but if you ever get a chance, go… I mean it. In case it wasn’t obvious, Wedgeport kind of stole my heart.
Upon landing in Nova Scotia, my first thought was that it looked, and felt, like home.
The province is reminiscent of the place I grew up, with its rolling hills, evergreens, and quaint coastal towns, but that’s not the whole story.
Nova Scotia is a place that makes a person want to stay.
We were on our way to an adventure of unknown proportions, fishing 20 miles off the coast of Wedgeport for bluefin the size of bears. I was ready for the challenge… but let’s be real, I knew absolutely nothing.
Once I was introduced to the chair, the thick twine, the reels as big as my head, well… it was a little scary. My stomach started to churn, and it wasn’t long before I started to hope for a slow day… just to save me from the embarrassment of the desperate, soul-sucking failure I knew I was about to endure.
But all of that fear was gone as soon as I felt the exhilaration and accomplishment of reeling in an animal so huge. Mark still can’t stop laughing at the grin I couldn’t wipe from my face.
The stuff is crazy fun.
… and the fun didn’t stop with a little fishing. Over two days on the water we saw so many whales, seals, and sharks it almost felt commonplace.
I couldn’t help but wonder what my mom would have thought, who used to squeal with glee at the sight of one whale miles and miles offshore, nothing more than a speck. These guys were practically jumping on the boat.
On our last day in Wedgeport, we hopped back in the boat for a visit to the Tusket Islands, full of brightly colored lobster pots and weathered fishing cabins that serve as the perfect picnic spot in the summer, and transform into a bustling village full of fishermen (and women) as soon as lobster season descends.
Of course, in season or no, lobster is practically ground beef in Wedgeport, where the softer-shelled pinchers who might not ship so well can be set aside to feed a family for months (or maybe hungry visitors who jump for joy at the delicious-ness of such fresh seafood).
Wedgeport felt like home, and its people made us feel like family.
There’s nothing like a place that picks you up and forces you to relax, learn something new, and accomplish something great…
It was tough to leave, but I know we’ll be back. It will be hard to stay away.