Monumental

We took a quick trip to DC after Easter – literally.  As in we cleaned up, packed leftovers, said goodbye to our family and hit the road.

My husband and I have both been to DC often, but just for work. From train to conference room to train. This was an all out tourist trip.

We landed in the  capital at the stroke of 11pm. After miles and miles and miles of traffic, here’s what we saw heading into our hotel. Pretty friggin cool.

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For the next two days we traveled by trolley, monument to monument, museum to museum.

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It was cherry blossom festival time but a late snow meant no blooming trees (actually there were a couple but we couldn’t see them with all the Japanese tourists surrounding them. True story).

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This is Julia Child’s kitchen. Recreated spoon by spoon at the Smithsonian. This was my favorite monument in all of DC. Cluttered. Utilitarian. Completely unMartha. It was awesome.

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Thanks Easter bunny.

Easter Mash Up

This is Pulaski’s meat market. Every year I trek there for kielbasa, ham, pierogies, etc. for our mix and match Easter. North American Catholic traditions, check! Eastern European homage to pork, check!

I wait my turn with old school Polish, Ukrainian, Czech couples. One of these things is not like the other. And that thing is me people.
I get my number and start the wait. I’m #93. They are on #18.
No, you can’t wander about the market while your number is called. There’s no side shopping while you wait. This is like the soup nazi for meat. Wait your turn. Know what you want. Do not hesitate.
But I’m not scared. This isn’t my first polka. I may look completely and utterly out of place. But I know exactly what to order.
2 1/2 hours later. Success.
It’s not Easter until my Subaru smells like kielbasa.

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Nana Nana Boom Boom

This is my husband’s beloved Nana.  She passed a few years back but he talks about her all the time.  She was one of the first family members that I met (besides his sister, who was there from the beginning- holla!).

There are a lot of  Nana stories that my husband and I share with our kids. Her Easter dinner. The many many summers he and his sister spent with Nana in New Jersey.  The Ukrainian heritage she shared proudly and loudly with anyone who came in contact with her.

I loved Nana too.  She reminded me of my grandparents.  Stoic and strong, completely living for her family.

I was a little bit of a mystery to her.

I didn’t eat meat (not even Ham!), I was….you know….brown.  Plus my boy had never brought a gal pal home to her before.    But she made me feel so welcome and loved – from the minute I met her.

My favorite Nana story:  She loved having us over for the night. She’d cook up a storm – I’d eat some rye bread.  It was fantastic.  Then we’d watch a little basic cable and get ready for bed.  Because Nana, like her apartment, was old school, I slept with her in her bed.  Her grandson slept on the coach in the living room. To make me feel comfortable, and completely at home – she would always say the same thing,” if you need to make boom, you make boom.”  At first I was embarrassed.  I’m not good with “boom” stuff.  I’ve never liked “boom” humor, or “boom” references.  But then I realized it was just Nana.  She just wanted me to enjoy my time there, making “boom” or not.

Side note:  Sorry about the blurry pic, but please note my jazzy dragon earrings and roll neck sweater.  You can’t see it clearly, but I was also wearing a Cancer crab ring.  I was like a J.Crew-biker chick combo.