26 December 2013

Watch it, Gretel

Not only my first Christmas with Jonti, it's also my first Christmas as a married lady... and it's my first Christmas in Wigan with his family!
I thought I'd bring some new traditions. One was macaroni and cheese at the Christmas dinner table. Another was stuffing. I personally found it surprising that stuffing was not already on the table. There was an empty turkey.

My favourite of the new traditions is a total faff.
Gingerbread houses.

I mean, have you ever made one of these? You have to make the dough, roll it out, cut out house-shaped pieces, cook them, (if you want stained-glass windows, you have to crush boiled sweets into the window holes, cook them again), and let them crisp up.

All before you can actually try to build the houses. 

Oh, and you have to make the icing.

Ridiculous.

We used Mary Berry's recipe for gingerbread and icing. Katherine and I spent 3 hours making all the house pieces on Saturday - enough for four mini gingerbread cottages! 


We learned a lot of lessons. 1. Don't make too much dough. It doesn't keep. Several small batches of dough will get you further than one massive batch.

2. Give each house at least 2 doors, so air can circulate, and the tea lights won't keep extinguishing.

3. Don't forget a few windows on each side wall for prettiness!

I think everyone had fun. I hope they did!




We used these templates for making the house pieces. We might try adding a chimney next year. 


















At the very least, we liked lighting the candles inside them, and seeing the windows glow.


And of course, we liked eating them! Have any of y'all ever built a gingerbread house? What's your best tip for getting them right?

07 December 2013

6 Bottles, so many messages

On Sunday night, Jonti and I got to do one of the loveliest tasks possible. I'm not even sure you could call it a task.

You see, ever since the wedding, Jonti and I have been trying to machete through all the leftover tasks on the weekends. Some are not very fun: I still haven't put those flip flops up for sale through the interwebs. But most of them are incredibly fun, like the thank you cards - have you gotten yours yet?

Some tired midnight, over 2 months ago, Katherine had helped me glue labels on the 6 wine bottles Jonti & I had collected & cleaned in the weeks before the wedding. Even Neil made a real effort for the cause, with some assiduous wine-drinking.
Of course, a lot of people didn't get to write their messages to our future selves on the day itself. My parents, I think, didn't even notice the bottles on the day - but to be fair, my parents were the most popular people at the wedding! They had way too many people to talk to...

Even Jonti's parents didn't have a chance to write us messages. 

So, the other day, we had finally collected the last messages from everyone. Jonti's parents and my parents. And we wrote messages to each other. We looked forward, 50 years to the future, and thought about what our life might be like then, what our love might be like then. We thought about the other people who we'd be reading messages from on that day, 50 years from now, and whether they'd still be just a phone call away. We thought about all the things outside our control that could mean only one of us is left to smash that bottle... or that neither of us might. We thought of how strong our love is now – and what 50 years could do to it...

We cried a little.

We held each other, and we made our promises again.

And then we closed our bottles with corks.



















And sealed them with candle wax.


















We are a little bit annoyingly in love. 

Finished!

















Atlanta folks: Don't think you're getting off easy - we're going to have bottles at our Atlanta wedding, too. Start thinking of your messages now!

PS: Someone has already apparently done a Star Trek quote, so you know - high standards.

01 December 2013

Jodrell Dreams

I didn't know much about Manchester before I moved here. I had heard it was grim. I had seen and fallen in love with the first 2 series of Shameless. Anne-Marie Duff and James McEvoy were a heads-on-right, circumstances-entirely-wrong couple I admired. I wished I had the resourcefulness of Debbie (pronounced Debb-ay).

I had seen 24 Hour Party People quite some time ago- and I'm not entirely sure I even realised it was about Manchester. I had read The Conditions of the Working Class in England. Again - had you asked me where, exactly, Engels was on about, I probably would have said, "England."

And then there were, of course, all the clues in everyday life that should have alerted me to Manchester as a unique place with a unique story in history. Clue 1: Bedding linen is called 'Manchester' in Australia. Clue 2: That Gandhi himself called for Indian independence from 'Manchester,' that cotton cloth spun and woven in England.

It seems, in fact, I did know a few things about Manchester before I moved here - or at least, I should have known that I knew these things.

But I stand by my first statement. I didn't know much.

Because what would have had me truly ants-in-my-pants jumping-bean excited about coming to Manchester - what I cannot believe I didn't know about this place before I moved here - is the science.

I've written about it before on this blog. John Dalton, the man who realised the world is made of atoms, realised it here. Dalton's very eyeballs are kept at the Manchester Museum of Science & Industry, under lock and key, in a secret location only 4 people at a time even know (or so I was told when I volunteered there). Alan Turing, the man who invented the freaking computer, invented it here. James Prescott Joule, that gentlemanly combination of physicist and beer-maker, who laid the groundwork for the law of conservation of energy, was born in Salford and died in Sale, both in Manchester's easy reach. Joule was president of the Manchester Literary and Philosophical Society in 1860 - and the group is still active today!

The scientific history of Manchester went along with it being an industrial powerhouse - the industry needed to constantly update itself, and it needed the engineering knowledge that the sciences brought.

Back in 1939, the University of Manchester's Botany Department bought three fields about 25 miles south of Manchester (out in Cheshire). Over the decades, the University bought more bits of land around those first three fields. The area was called Jodrell Bank. And in 1945, with equipment left over from WWII (such as gun laying radar), Bernard Lovell, an astrophysicist, began using Jodrell Bank to investigate cosmic rays. He would have done his investigations from Manchester proper, had it not been for interference from the Oxford Road trams - which were DESTROYED to make way for buses and cars and more road.

Today, Jodrell Bank's telescopes investigate radio waves from the planets and stars. In 1947, it had the largest radio telescope in the world, and in 1957, the Lovell Telescope was completed. At the time, it was the largest steerable dish in the world. Even now, it is the third largest. 

And more than that - Jodrell Bank is cool. Not just science-nerd cool. Lately, Jodrell Bank has redefined itself as a part-time summery outdoor music venue. A city known for its music and for its science - it's fitting to link the two up. The Flaming Lips played there, in what was an apparently amazing show in 2012, I think. This year, back in January, I bought tickets for a Sigur Rós show at Jodrell Bank. I'm not a particularly big Sigur Rós fan... I've heard their music, I have a CD or two... but mostly, I went to see the telescope.
Back in January, I thought I would be leaving Manchester at the end of 2013. I thought I might never get to see the telescope that still makes Manchester part of the world's space exploration community. 

Of course, by the time the show came around, at the end of August, I was well into wedding-planning! It was a gorgeous evening out at Jodrell Bank - an end-of-summer chill, only a little drizzle. 

Before the band came out, Dr Tim O'Brien gave short talk on the history of the Lovell Telescope - and the science that it's currently doing. A live Skype link-up with astrophysicists in South Africa about the Square Kilometer Array - Manchester is the HQ of the project! 

Then, Dr Tim asked the control room to please turn the telescope around, to face the audience. 


And Sigur Rós came out, with a beautiful screen of ethereal lights behind them. They are an Icelandic band, and they don't sing in English - so their music takes on an ethereal atmosphere. 


And then they started really using the telescope as part of the show. The nice thing about going to a gig where you're not a huge fan is that you never really worry that you're going to miss your favourite song. At some point, I wandered away from my friends, toward the back of the green, to see more of the telescope. I'm glad I did.


Back in the front with my mates, they had projected an image of the moon onto the face of the dish, so it looked like the moon was enormous and just behind the stage. 

And then they pulled out all the stops. With lasers.






When the show was over, we walked, as one huge crowd, back toward the parking lot. I took one last look; the telescope had already turned it back on us...
Back in January, I decided to see Sigur Rós, because I might never have the chance to see the Lovell telescope again. Late November this year, I got the official documentation: I can see all the Jodrell Bank shows I want and/or can afford: my visa was approved! I can live in the UK until 2016! 
Roll on, summer 2014 - I can't wait to see what Jodrell Bank's line up is...

20 October 2013

6 WEEKS

It was a perfect day.

I mean, it was a crazy thing to even try.

Organise a wedding. In six weeks.

But, as Jonti always tells me, "We can do anything we want to do." I believed him. And we did it – with absolutely outrageous amounts of help from friends and family. Our plan was this: fun, informal, and lots of dancing. No matching outfits. We didn't want wedding brain, we didn't want to stress too much over it, and we knew we'd come out at the end of it loving each other more than ever before.

My dress took 5 fittings and insane amounts of work from the amazing women at Fable & Promise. Rachel and Charlotte made my dress special and unique and perfect. In only 5 weeks. It made me feel stunning. And it has pockets. I can't wait to wear it again in Atlanta!




















Gem came over to help me into the dress in the morning. Brooke came over to do my hair and make-up, and I felt gorgeous. I loved the make up and hair-- and it held up all day, through hours of dancing. Let me know if you need an awesome make-up artist. I got her number!

I've never even slightly wanted a veil or a tiara. I'm not a princess, and I'm not in need of a lampshade over my face. Northern Flower were doing my bouquet anyway, so I asked for some to put in my hair – they wired fresh flowers into hair pins for me! I didn't want too many flowers for the wedding, but every piece of the flowers they created for us was perfect; my bouquet had mint and lots of green in it, the gents' buttonholes were classy and understated.

Neil, Gem and I got in a taxi to the Register Office. Doesn't she look amazing?
The photographer knew exactly how to make my best men, Neil & Geraint, feel super awkward. This photo encapsulates our friendship perfectly. They are weird and awkward & I laugh. 

Jonti walking up to the Register Office. By himself, because I think his friends forgot to grab him on their way in!


Sure the CD broke. Everyone came together to try to get us the music we wanted. I didn't expect to feel so overwhelmed at the ceremony. But as I heard that music, the first lines of Elvis Costello's 'I'll Wear It Proudly,' I walked in. And as I finally looked in Jonti's eyes, tears threatened. He asked if I was ok, and his eyes were welling up, too. I said yes, and took his hand, and we promised.


We had selected a beautiful Johnny Cash song to play while we were signing the papers- Laura and her laptop saved the day.







We booked MERCi, the Manchester Environmental Resource Centre initiative, for our reception. They're a charity, and the most sustainable building in Manchester, and they're based in a former silk mill in Ancoats. The venue was perfect for us; we love Manchester's old industrial buildings. It was MERCi's first wedding, and they did the most incredible job. Ingrid was a powerhouse of organisation and made sure we could have fun all day without worrying about everything happening behind the scenes. I hope they book more weddings after this, because it's a fantastic venue, with a garden and a roof terrace.

So many friends and family came for hours the day before to help us decorate. My mom & dad, jetlagged from Atlanta, Alan & Margaret, jetlagged from China. Tom & Richard, spent hours in the air, flying in from LA and Belfast, only to spend hours up a ladder hanging bunting and streamers. Katherine and Geraint, Emily & the other Richard, Philip and *just loads* of people came to help us get everything set up. 




















Part of our "informal, fun" plan was to have street food at the wedding, instead of a formal sit-down thing. MERCi requires all food to be vegetarian & Jules and Bailey, of Arepa!Arepa!Arepa! sorted some amazing vegetarian fillings. It was their first wedding, and I feel so lucky that they agreed to do it, because everyone loved the Colombian cheesey bread and the delicious arepas.


In fact, we had way too much food. Massive delicious salads. My mother brought Indian sweets. Jonti & I aren't really big fans of wedding cake, so we just had lovely desserts instead. Jonti made Almond Polenta cakes and Margaret (his mom) and her friend made tiramisu (especially for me!). We still had a tower to cut, though– it was made of cheese wheels, because who doesn't want loads of cheese?




 

My friends told stories, lovely lovely stories. Alan, Jonti's dad, gave the world's best wedding speech ever. I had never thought getting married would be so fantastic. But it was just an incredibly happy day, fun hanging out with friends I love.

Jonti's friends Anthony & Richard were our band; they did a fantastic rendition of "Young American" for our first dance. Jonti and I had never danced together before, so it was literally our first dance. And I LOVE HIS MOVES.


The venue was magical.






Gem caught the bouquet. Jonti wanted to help throw it, but for reasons I can't explain or remember now, I simply wouldn't let him... so he's going to throw one in Atlanta!


Joe & Richard did readings at our ceremony; we were so honoured. Joe read an ee cummings poem (since feeling is first) and Richard read a V.S Ramachandran quote about the mystery of the brain.

Some of Jonti's friends said the sweetest things to me. I won't forget them.

Even the weather turned out for us. A Manchester October Saturday can usually be relied on for at least some good drizzle. We didn't have a drop, and we got this amazing sunset.
The reception ended with a stunning, unplanned, wildly fun finale, wherein Deepali & Tuheen stole Jonti's shoes, proper desi style. While Katherine tried to do her job as the baraat and find his shoes, Jonti made do with some cardboard boxes. He's definitely the right man for me.


We had set up a sort of 'photo-booth' in another part of the mill. This is one of my favourite pictures. Jonti's mom and great-aunt Florence. 
We didn't want a guest book. So we made some bottles that we'll smash open on future anniversaries and asked people to leave us messages in them. I can't wait for our first anniversary!

We were so happy with the day; we got to spend it with such wonderful people and they made it the best day we've ever had. We're so grateful, we've already started the thank-you cards.