Happy first day of fall!
I thought you’d enjoy pictures from the wedding Angus and I attended in Vermont this past weekend. The brides’ attention to detail and they and their loved ones’ enthusiasm made for a day full of love, sunshine, flowers, poetry, farm foods, fire and song. I wish you all could have experienced it with me.
The brides’ friends hosted the ceremony and reception at their farmhouse outside of Middlebury. The leaves were just beginning to change.
In the days leading up to the event, friends gathered to bake and decorate. They collected wildflowers from the fields which we arranged in vintage blue mason jars.
The rest of the glassware was clear and the raw burlap tablecloths neutral to highlight the natural elements — flowers, sky and the lion-colored fields beyond.
Heaters placed in-between the picnic tables were wrapped in brown fabric to blend into the scenery. One of the bride’s fathers built a frame for the cafe lights and trimmed it with mossy twine.
Which we used to hang freshly-picked nosegays.
Bridal bouquet #1 riffed on the nosegays. It was an elongated cascade of bright blooms.
The surrounding fields of swaying flowers and grasses inspired bridal bouquet # 2 — a spray of wild, waving pom-poms stemming from magenta pine-like base.
Using our hostess’ platters, we arranged an incredible Vermont cheeseboard that included Cabot Clothbound Cheddar, Willow Hill Farm’s Alderbrook semi-ripe sheep’s milk cheese, their gloriously nutty Tomme, Orb Weaver Farm’s Cage-Aged cow’s milk cheese and plain, peppered and herbed fresh chèvres from Blue Ledge Farm— all carefully chosen by one of the brides, a dear friend I met when she was cooking at Babbo.
I’d have thought it impossible to improve upon such exquisitely made and lovingly selected cheeses, but raw honeycomb, chili pepper jam and the hostess’ homemade mostardas added even more love and deliciousness.
We ate family-style. Cassoulet made from local duck and chicken plus these beautiful veggie pot pies, each baked in a different dish.
For dessert, friends baked 18(!) pies from fruit picked at nearby farms, using one pal’s just-salty-enough dough recipe. My favorite was the apple with a crumble topping. Angus was partial to blueberry with vanilla ice cream.
I was too busy eating pie to take a picture of pie.
We had two huge pieces each.
Our host ended the evening by building a bonfire that seemed to touch the stars. We stood for awhile in awe of the flames then filled the night sky with guitar chords and song.
xoxosl