Wedding Weekend: Heartland, Saint Paul Hotel, & Amsterdam Bar (again)

One week ago, on a sunny fall afternoon, Jake and I were married amongst the company of a small group of family and friends at Central Lutheran Church in Minneapolis, MN.

Because we decided to get married with relative spontaneity, we kept the ceremony simple.  We look forward to hosting a wider reception in the spring so we can celebrate with many more of our family and friends.  We are humbled by the generosity and kindness of all who have assisted us and wished us well as we continue to share life together.

After the ceremony, we enjoyed dinner at Heartland Restaurant in St. Paul, MN.  The moment we arrived, I leaped out of my wedding dress.  It was beautiful and painstakingly altered.  And even with half the boning removed, it still felt uncomfortable, so I changed into something that would allow me to enjoy dinner.

Photo taken by Pat Carney, The Carney Group, Minneapolis, MN

Upon arrival, I enjoyed sneaking bites of bread and cheeses and giggled as I watched some of the children discover their love for whole grain mustard and pickled watermelon rind. The chefs provided plump burgers for the children who preferred one.

Green salad with sweet vinaigrette, spiced nuts, and roasted cauliflower, crispy-skinned white fish with pickled onions on top of creamy beans, and apple tart with whipped cream and candied nuts.

As I said my goodbyes that evening, I used my fingers to swipe tastes of whipped cream and tender slices of fruit from my tart.  Then, we headed to the Saint Paul Hotel for our one-day honeymoon where we were greeted by a man in a top hat.

This was our first stay at the Saint Paul Hotel and it felt like old-school luxury.  My favorite perks included access to the workout facility on the top floor and wi-fi for no additional fees. The service was polished and professional, though much involved tipping.  If you stay here, remember to keep some cash on hand. In the morning, we treated ourselves to a room service breakfast, a first for both of us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Growing up, when we traveled as a family, we only stayed at hotels that included free breakfast. My parents outfitted us in fluorescent fanny packs in which we kept our lunches. I remember how we sat on the steps of the Lincoln memorial, and ate sandwiches and carrot sticks together.

We ordered a large pot of coffee and omelets filled with ham, green pepper, onion, and cheddar. Each came with hash browns and toast.  In addition, we ordered a fruit plate, having no idea each portion would be so large.

Although the price of this breakfast was astronomical (delivery fee & automatic gratuity, plus an extra tip because we weren’t sure if we were supposed to tip on an automatic gratuity?), the meal was made with care. The breakfast cart was covered in a white tablecloth. The omelet platters were not only huge, but satisfying. I was most impressed with the hashbrowns’ crispiness.  The fruit platter included yogurt and sweetbread and the assortment of fruit avoided being one of those crappy versions that mostly includes under-ripe melon.  We enjoyed choosing from the variety of condiments such as cream, butter, peanut butter, tiny jars of jam, ketchup, and Tabasco.

As critiques, the room did not include a coffee maker with complimentary coffee, although I may have been some in the lobby.  Our large pot of coffee, as overpriced as it was, tasted strong and freshly brewed.  Our room included a mini fridge, but it was only equipped to carry snacks for sale. We actually managed to eat most of our food, so I did not have to beg the hotel to ask the kitchen to store our leftovers, and we were full until the evening.

We spent the afternoon wandering around downtown St. Paul, stopping at Cossetta’s for a snack of small cannolis.  Then headed to the Amsterdam Bar And Hall for dinner.

The food was as good as it was when we dined there for my bachelorette outing.  We decompressed over drinks.  Jake was enjoyed ordering Trappist ale on tap and I sipped a tart cocktail made with lemon and apricot brandy.

We dipped the crisp fries in mustard and curry mayo and shared small boodje sandwiches on toasted buns.  I returned for the spicy calamari and shrimp salad while Jake chose smoked pork and spicy shrimp.  Surprisingly, our favorite sandwich was the most simple.  It was made with warm, herby cheese and a meaty tomato slice that tasted marinaded or roasted.

I’m not sure how I felt about the Dutch gin sampler.  It’s not that the sampler was bad, but more like I’m not sure I enjoy sipping straight gin.  Spicy curry + gin = burning.

We ordered creme brulee for dessert and ate it in bed.  I bypassed the room service delivery charge by ordering it from the Saint Paul Grill’s bartender.  Somehow, the kitchen managed to pack a creme brulee into a take-out container, crispy sugar crust and all.

Wedding, over.  Fall break, over.  It’s back to the grind.  Salad lab ends, baking lab begins and my five a.m. wake-up call resumes. . .

Special thanks to our family and friends, Central Lutheran Church, Heartland Restaurant, The Carney Group, and Elsa at The Wedding Shoppe on Grand Ave. 

My Saturday Mishap & Simple Sauteed Cabbage With Balsamic Vinegar

On Saturday, I almost fainted in the jewelry store.

Two hours prior, I had been driving to Cash Wise in Moorhead, a local mecca of organic produce and bulk grains.  My car was desperately thirsty for gas, and I found myself on a dusty road near a dusty gas station.

Upon closer inspection, what seemed like a normal gas station was actually unattended.  And this gas pump was like none I had ever utilized.  After scanning my credit card, I am instructed to “lift the lever.”

The antiquated gas machine starts to churn and make unsettling noises.  On second thought, wouldn’t any noises coming from a gas pump be unsettling?  So I stand at this gas pump that God and time forgot and silently freak out.

I turn the lever down.  Silence.  Flip the lever up, and more noise.  So I stick the pump into my car and fill my tank.

When I try to gently press the lever down, it resists and continues to make more rushing, humming noises.

OMG.

I press on it again and it does not release.  I start to sweat and release obscene phrases of curse words only meant for unattended gas stations.  I push a little firmer and the lever finally goes down and the noises stop.

I leap into my car and begin to drive away from this forsaken, lonely gas pump.

BOOM.

My car jolts as I drive down a steep curb that I did not notice in my haste to run away.

I slam on my breaks and try to navigate my back wheels over the curb.  The car jolts again.  My car seems to be mostly OK and I vow to get it checked the following weekend.  Then, I continue on to Cash Wise and don’t give any of this much thought.

It Only Gets Better From Here
A couple of hours later, Jake and I return to Fargo’s Royal Jewelers to re-size my engagement ring band.

In the car, I notice my back hurts when I lean against the car seat.  Upon further inspection, we notice vertebrae-sized and shaped bruises along my spine and become concerned.  We continue into the jewelry store as we contemplate a visit to Urgent Care.

Of the jewelry stores we visited, we preferred Royal Jewelers.  It’s a family-owned and operated store and their staff exuded a kind professionalism.  When we visited another family-owned jeweler, the saleswoman proceeded to violently open-mouth cough on us for the duration of our appointment.  After her 12th coughing fit, she finally muttered “Can’t seem to kick this,” and continued to hack on us.  All we could think was “Great!  Now, neither can we!”

We make ourselves comfortable at Royal Jewelers until I notice how freakishly bright and sparkly everything appears.  It’s all too bright.  My hearing starts to fade and my vision tunnels.  I keel over and try to put my head between my knees before I crash into a glass display case.

Jake runs from store to grab his car.

By the time he returns, the Royal Jewelers staff and in-house EMT has me stabilized and I sip a glass of water.

Long story short, the doctor gave me a clean bill of health this week and I feel fine.

Despite the chaos, I finished Catching Fire during a mere, few hours of bed rest and even wrote an article on homemade lahmucan, a spicy Turkish pizza.

Therefore, I’ve been laying low.  Jake was a wonderful nurse and provided nourishment in the best way that he knew how.  By ordering Papa John’s pizza.

This week, we have enjoyed this simple non-recipe recipe for sauteed cabbage that follows below.  I received this handmade bowl when I attended The Fargo-Moorhead League’s Politics On The Plains event where I participated in a conversation with other community members and young politicians running for office.

My beautiful square bowl was created by The Fargo Project Team that is giving the community an opportunity to provide feedback about how to use Rabanus Park, formerly designed as a storm water detention basin.  I heard that Ethnobotonist, Linda Different Cloud has a vision of planting medicinal herbs for the community to gather.  Then, I got really excited.

A workshop will be held Sunday, April 29th at 12:30 PM at Rabanus Park.

Simplest Sauteed Cabbage Drizzled With Balsamic Vinegar
Reduce some balsamic vinegar in a small pot over medium heat.  When the vinegar bubbles, turn down the heat to gently reduce into a thick, sweet syrup, stirring occasionally.

Shred green cabbage.

Preheat a pan with olive oil and/or butter over medium-high heat.

When the oil sizzles, add the cabbage.  Season with some miso paste, black pepper, and your choice of hot pepper.

Quickly saute the cabbage edges are frizzled, but the vegetable still retains a textural bite.

Taste and adjust for seasoning.

Drizzle the reduced balsamic vinegar onto the cabbage and serve.