Posts Tagged ‘potluck’

snow picnic

Posted on February 10th, 2012 by Tonia 2 Comments

{Thanks, Jen, for snapping the photo!}

Some of you have already seen this picture because you follow my Twitter/are friends with me on Facebook, but I didn’t want to leave all you regular ol’ blog followers out of the fun!

The other day, we were invited over to Jen and Trevor’s house for an impromptu lunch party. It was an especially sunny day, so we all decided that the meal would be best enjoyed outside. Out came the table, the chairs, the dinnerware, the bottles of homemade cider, the roast chicken, the stuffing, the fresh bread, the wild rice, and the cranberry sauce. Snow picnic!

Our little group of friends has a lot to celebrate about right now- buying land, settling down, a baby on the way, plans and dreams coming true…There were lots of happy stories and faces- and rosy cheeks- around the table.

the frozen lake feat

Posted on January 27th, 2012 by Tonia 3 Comments

We skiied across Long Lake in the Chequamegon National Forest yesterday with friends. And then that wasn’t long enough, so we skied around it too, and down the un-plowed forest road leading to it.

Long Lake is one of our favorite swimming lakes in the summer. It was a little disorienting to see it frozen and snow-covered, but beautiful all the same.

Jack came along. He had a blast running all over the lake with Jenn and Trevor’s dog Coal, and was so worn out when we got home, he curled into a ball on his bed and fell right asleep {very un-Jack-like. He usually has energy to spare!}

After the ski, we headed to the yurt for a potluck of potato soup and an oxtail stew over hot grits- super satisfying after our workout. The dogs laid together by the woodstove and the humans chatted late into the night over red wine.

Brunch at the Yurt

Posted on December 5th, 2011 by Tonia 3 Comments

Our good friends Jen and Trevor are the caretakers of an old farm on the outskirts of town that is used as a spiritual retreat center. They live in a cozy yurt, surrounded by an enormous garden and beautiful, ancient farm buildings.

Yesterday morn we woke up to a nice layer of fresh snow. We rubbed the sleep from our eyes, popped a ham in the oven, whipped up some mashed potatoes {from our garden}, and headed over to the yurt for brunch.

It was so warm and festive inside…

Within seconds, we were plopped down by the woodstove and handed a glass of wine.

Friends started to arrive. The table filled up with steaming bowls of stuffing, roasted root veggies, salad, pies…

Bellies were filled. Stories were told. Laughter was shared.

A jar of cream was passed around the table and shook. Sweet winter-squash pie and whipped cream ignited a chorus of hearty “oooos” and “ahhhhs”.

And then the dishes were washed, leftovers were divided and shared, and the football was tossed around in the snowy yard with cold, red hands.