Krista and Bob, at last

Over the weekend we drove to Houston for Krista and Bob's wedding. The collective mood was at last - they have been together almost seven years, through all kinds of craziness. Sometimes you see your friends and you can't imagine them ever apart. I've liked Krista from the moment I met her, with her fierce sense of practicality and independence. Bob is probably one of the sweetest of the sarcastic crowd of boys I've ever known. I still can't listen to that Snow Patrol song with Martha Wainwright that was playing in the car when Melynda told me Bob's vehicle was blown up in Iraq on Christmas eve. I found myself thinking about it when I watched them dance, so glad that we were all right here, right now.

Saturday in pictures

The Berdoll Farms store off Highway 71, which sells many things but most importantly - pecans.



If you happen to drive by after the store is closed, they recently installed the most awesome vending machine. It was specially designed to hold pies, and takes credit cards as well as cash.



The Happy Water Tower is one of my favorite landmarks. Happy Water tower is happy!



Everything on this cake was made of sugar. (Except for the beer, which was real and we drank the next day.) It was this lush, dense amarretto cake with raspberry filling. I could have eaten it all.



Krista's cake had fondant decorations that matched the embroidery on her dress. It was all red velvet inside.



Kolaches in Ellinger, one of the most awesome places in Texas. I bought a Fayettville Brethern Church cookbook. (Apparently they were the first Protestant church in Texas.) Small town Texas Czech church cookbooks are full of deliciousness. I want to make ginger pear crumble.

Hruska's

I am seriously ocnsidering getting the pear, flowers and rolling pin as my next tattoo. I think it would be incredibly awesome and so evocative of things I love. When I saw the new sign up Saturday, I squeaked with delight.