Today I am what I lovingly call a weekday vegan. But before that, I took my time developing a recipe bok of easy meat dishes. Today my basic rules are:
Weekdays: Vegan
Weekends: Vegetarian
Major Holidays: Game on (Recipe book, here I come!)
I do it for a couple reasons. I've done my research and try to stick close to it for a variety of reasons-- health, weight loss and animal rights (although I do not consider myself an activist, when you look into whats going on at these farms... well it makes you look at chicken nuggets a little bit differently).
But it's not feasible to believe that I will go the rest of my life without cheese or hot wings. And certainly I am not going to take down a family's Christmas traditions.
And anyone who says meat isn't delicious is a liar and should never be trusted. So here's what I got for ya;
Brew Au Jus
3-4 lb cut of beef (recommend rump roast)
Portobello Mushrooms (at least 2 large, cut into slivers-- I use upwards of 6 or 7, but we're a bit crazy for mushrooms in this house)
1 bottle of your favorite stout, avoid anything with a crazy flavor like coffee or chocolate peanut butter.
2 cans beef broth
1 can condense french onion soup
hoagie rolls
Provolone Cheese
butter/margarine
1. Put in the meat then mushrooms and dump the beer, broth and soup on top of it and let it cook on low for 4-6 hours or whenever you think about it. Its hard to screw up the crock pot, although I have burnt myself, so maybe I shouldn't be so quick to say that. Make sure the mushrooms are actually in the liquid or they get a little weird.
2. Pull out the roast and cut it into very thin slices, thin as you can get them and put back into the crock pot for about an hour.
3. butter rolls, layer provolone cheese on top and toss into the oven at 200 for 5-10 minutes. You're just toasting the rolls and melting the cheese.
4. Layer the beef and mushrooms on the rolls and enjoy!
Friday, October 4, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Three is a crowd
My plan was to try a recipe and then post it here once I had something to say about it... Only this week's recipe was a complete flop! So once again I will have to post something tried and true instead of what I decided to try as part of being a newlywed. We did make vegan pumpkin pancakes that were fantastic, but I found that with a simple google and you can too. I'll post a recipe I love in a separate post.
This week I am really feeling the pressure of family and friends and still being who we were before we put our husband/wife first. If that makes sense. I was Daddy's little girl, a best friend, Aunt to 5, a daughter, cousin, and "like a sister" to two. Its work. Legitimate work to be that person still. Or at least close enough to that person that the people you love don't feel slighted. But this isn't really news. Who among us hasn't lost a friend to boyfriend or girlfriend land? A land of "we're busy doing X" and watching them completely PDA out in public? A land of un-returned phone calls, and being told that this new person "just gets them." I know I've been on the outside; "you're new bf/gf 'gets' you? Bitch I've been sitting next to you sharing secrets for 15 years!"
To be fair, I've been the one lost in a sea of happiness, blowing off phone calls and thinking no one understood me like he does. Its tough, but we all know what to do. Have that heart to heart with the friend who has seemingly replaced you. Or text back, it takes two seconds!
The pressure I am struggling with is being the person who replaced someone. And in this moment, its my mother in law.
I am not even sure I should be posting this, the internet is a big place, but sometimes it seems so very small. But hell. I am too timid in real life to say it, maybe this will work out (I feel like I am foreshadowing gloom and doom for myself!).
She will never admit it, but I think my mother in law cannot stand the fact that I exist in my husbands life. We have completely different personalities, I am timid and non confrontational, she speaks her mind and doesn't care who is offended. And when it comes to my husband/her son, there is definitely a pull from both sides.
It all really started when he told her that I was going to Portland, and he was coming with. And this first thing she said (hollered really) was, "Any babies will be born here!" I laughed it off at the time. Children were not in the plan, and frankly still may not be. But as the years roll on, its clear that she feels like she has a much bigger role in o urlife than she really does. From demanding where we live, to telling us what type of dog we can get and what gender (small female, no males. Currently we have 3 labs 2 male and a female), constantly hinting at grand kids (keep hinting, I have Oktoberfest plans in the works) to comments about what a good parent looks like to telling us the only reason to get married is to have kids, unless you're gay. They get a pass if they don't want them (ummm, can we be gay married instead????? I want whatever difference there apparently inherently is in that marriage.) It's intense and, for me, its tense all the time.
I am extremely uncomfortable all the time. Like I said, it's a struggle. End Post.
Just Kidding! I don't have it all figured out yet, but I am trying to take some steps.
1. Put myself in her shoes - Okay, so this little technique is something that my husband did in our first argument. It caught me completely off guard but it made me a better fighter. So we were mid argument, just when it's starting to get heated. I am always the type to walk away and cool down. Frequently, walking away from someone you're fighting with completely backfires. But it's how I work. When my now husband walked into the room, I was laying on my bed absolutely STEWING. And I sat up ready for a fight. But when he opened his mouth, he said he thought about it from my perspective and was sorry because he understood I felt blah blah blah. And it took me out of my rage immediately. Completely deflated everything I had been building up in my head. Most importantly, it made me do the same and try to see it from his side.
2. Give myself the space I need (when I can)- Like I said, I am the type who needs to cool down a bit when I am upset. During our reception my mother in law made a couple rude comments about my family, including my bothers, sister-in-laws and my two year old nephews who were being rowdy. I should have said something then and there- but I didn't (see #5, be aggressive). And so now I need a decent amount of time to calm down. Like weeks. I loved those kids more than anything else in the world until I met my husband, and they are now a very close second. So I have passed on recent trips to see my in laws. That's just how it has to be for me. But for someone else, they might need to approach that person and talk it over.
3. Give her what she wants -my husband- when I can: This goes along with number two. My husband went over there to hang out and get in some quality time when I decided to pass on a visit. It would be completely unfair of me to keep him from her just to prove a point. And that would only cause more friction. This is for a lifetime, I am trying to play nice.
4. Talk about it with my honey: It took me a long time to get to this point. I didn't want to complain about her to him. I didn't want it to look like I was just complaining to complain. Or try to drive a wedge between them. So I was holding it in. And having that secret was hurting our relationship. My best friend knew how I felt, and somehow that made it almost worse. To have a secret inside is one thing, its hard enough. But to share a secret with a friend about someone my husband loves dearly and keep it from him... eventually the guilt got me. Now to be clear, this isn't a mud slinging contest. I make my point, I say it once, and I drop it. Unless I feel like he's not understanding or it comes up again, I don't bring it up.
5. Be aggressive: I'm not here yet. It's just not in my personality. But I know that if I could catch these things as they're happening (no, you're not guaranteed grand kids from us, we are going to adopt whatever dog we want, we will live where we are happiest, you cannot speak to or about my family like that), my life would be so much easier. I am trying to improve in this area. Just as it's my last step in this entry, I hope its the final one to a better relationship with my mother in law.
This week I am really feeling the pressure of family and friends and still being who we were before we put our husband/wife first. If that makes sense. I was Daddy's little girl, a best friend, Aunt to 5, a daughter, cousin, and "like a sister" to two. Its work. Legitimate work to be that person still. Or at least close enough to that person that the people you love don't feel slighted. But this isn't really news. Who among us hasn't lost a friend to boyfriend or girlfriend land? A land of "we're busy doing X" and watching them completely PDA out in public? A land of un-returned phone calls, and being told that this new person "just gets them." I know I've been on the outside; "you're new bf/gf 'gets' you? Bitch I've been sitting next to you sharing secrets for 15 years!"
To be fair, I've been the one lost in a sea of happiness, blowing off phone calls and thinking no one understood me like he does. Its tough, but we all know what to do. Have that heart to heart with the friend who has seemingly replaced you. Or text back, it takes two seconds!
The pressure I am struggling with is being the person who replaced someone. And in this moment, its my mother in law.
I am not even sure I should be posting this, the internet is a big place, but sometimes it seems so very small. But hell. I am too timid in real life to say it, maybe this will work out (I feel like I am foreshadowing gloom and doom for myself!).
She will never admit it, but I think my mother in law cannot stand the fact that I exist in my husbands life. We have completely different personalities, I am timid and non confrontational, she speaks her mind and doesn't care who is offended. And when it comes to my husband/her son, there is definitely a pull from both sides.
It all really started when he told her that I was going to Portland, and he was coming with. And this first thing she said (hollered really) was, "Any babies will be born here!" I laughed it off at the time. Children were not in the plan, and frankly still may not be. But as the years roll on, its clear that she feels like she has a much bigger role in o urlife than she really does. From demanding where we live, to telling us what type of dog we can get and what gender (small female, no males. Currently we have 3 labs 2 male and a female), constantly hinting at grand kids (keep hinting, I have Oktoberfest plans in the works) to comments about what a good parent looks like to telling us the only reason to get married is to have kids, unless you're gay. They get a pass if they don't want them (ummm, can we be gay married instead????? I want whatever difference there apparently inherently is in that marriage.) It's intense and, for me, its tense all the time.
I am extremely uncomfortable all the time. Like I said, it's a struggle. End Post.
Just Kidding! I don't have it all figured out yet, but I am trying to take some steps.
1. Put myself in her shoes - Okay, so this little technique is something that my husband did in our first argument. It caught me completely off guard but it made me a better fighter. So we were mid argument, just when it's starting to get heated. I am always the type to walk away and cool down. Frequently, walking away from someone you're fighting with completely backfires. But it's how I work. When my now husband walked into the room, I was laying on my bed absolutely STEWING. And I sat up ready for a fight. But when he opened his mouth, he said he thought about it from my perspective and was sorry because he understood I felt blah blah blah. And it took me out of my rage immediately. Completely deflated everything I had been building up in my head. Most importantly, it made me do the same and try to see it from his side.
2. Give myself the space I need (when I can)- Like I said, I am the type who needs to cool down a bit when I am upset. During our reception my mother in law made a couple rude comments about my family, including my bothers, sister-in-laws and my two year old nephews who were being rowdy. I should have said something then and there- but I didn't (see #5, be aggressive). And so now I need a decent amount of time to calm down. Like weeks. I loved those kids more than anything else in the world until I met my husband, and they are now a very close second. So I have passed on recent trips to see my in laws. That's just how it has to be for me. But for someone else, they might need to approach that person and talk it over.
3. Give her what she wants -my husband- when I can: This goes along with number two. My husband went over there to hang out and get in some quality time when I decided to pass on a visit. It would be completely unfair of me to keep him from her just to prove a point. And that would only cause more friction. This is for a lifetime, I am trying to play nice.
4. Talk about it with my honey: It took me a long time to get to this point. I didn't want to complain about her to him. I didn't want it to look like I was just complaining to complain. Or try to drive a wedge between them. So I was holding it in. And having that secret was hurting our relationship. My best friend knew how I felt, and somehow that made it almost worse. To have a secret inside is one thing, its hard enough. But to share a secret with a friend about someone my husband loves dearly and keep it from him... eventually the guilt got me. Now to be clear, this isn't a mud slinging contest. I make my point, I say it once, and I drop it. Unless I feel like he's not understanding or it comes up again, I don't bring it up.
5. Be aggressive: I'm not here yet. It's just not in my personality. But I know that if I could catch these things as they're happening (no, you're not guaranteed grand kids from us, we are going to adopt whatever dog we want, we will live where we are happiest, you cannot speak to or about my family like that), my life would be so much easier. I am trying to improve in this area. Just as it's my last step in this entry, I hope its the final one to a better relationship with my mother in law.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
The New Wife Project Week 2
Kyle and I moved across country. But that's a long story, and this blog will have some parameters. So here they are; each week I will do each of the following:
-A load of Laundry (okay, probably closer to two or three, but this will be in the beginning of the week so we at least have clean clothes.)
-Try a new Recipe
-an "I Love You" Project or Event
-a project around the house
So I thought I'd start there and go back to how we came to be Man & Wife later in the week. I hate opening up what looks like a killer recipe on Pinterest only to have to search for it in a blog. This week I haven't gotten a chance to cook yet (we just got back from our Mini-Moon), so I'll share a tried and true recipe: Vegan Pot Pie. If you're not vegan, don't worry. Kyle isn't either, he's not even a vegetarian, but this is his favorite dish of mine. This dish is adapted from Skinny Bitch - Ultimate Everyday Cookbook
Vegan Pot Pie
Here's what you need:
Canola Oil
1 Onion (yellow or sweet)
Carrots
Celery
Broccoli
Peas
4 TBSP of Earth Balance (or butter)
1/4 c all-purpose flour
2 c Vanilla Almond Milk (I cannot stress this ingredient enough, even if you add chicken and use butter and otherwise make this a typical pot pie recipe, DO NOT SWITCH OUT THE VANILLA ALMOND MILK-- it seriously makes the dish)
Pie Crust
If you're feeling up to it, here's the pie crust recipe (taken from Skinny Bitch - Ultimate Everyday Cookbook)
2 c all-purpose flour
1 tsp salt
3/4 c vegetable shortening
1/4 c ice water
ice water with tablespoon nearby
So, as you may have noticed, I don't measure things if I don't have to. The recipe originally called for one of each veggie plus a cup of the broc and half an onion. Personally, its not thick enough for me. I usually root around and throw in any veggies we have laying around in there, and put in as much carrot and celery as I think looks good, and then maybe one more of each.
So here's what you do:
1. Cook the onion, carrot and celery over medium-high heat in a large, deep frying pan with the canola oil for about 5 minutes. If you are planning on being extremely vigilant and are trying to cut some calories, you can sub in water for the oil, about a tablespoon at a time to keep the veggies from sticking. Otherwise, use enough oil to coat the bottom of the pan.
2. You can season with salt and pepper here if you like, I typically skip that because I am a mess with salt, once I get started I go crazy adding it. Add the broccoli and carrots and cook for another 6 minutes. Everything should be pretty well cooked. I like my veggies mushy so I normally cook for about 10 minutes here instead. If you prefer a firmer veggie, cook for a shorter amount of time.
3. When finished, pour veggies into a bowl (I usually dump it into the glass pie pan I use later, just to get a sense of how much I have--like I said, limited measuring over here in my kitchen. Plus, if you use the pie pan and reuse the frying pan, that's less dishes. Which is greener and lazier, win-win.)
4. In a medium saucepan (or preferably the same deep frying pan) melt the earth balance or butter (I've tried it with both, and truly prefer the earth balance) over medium heat. Sprinkle in the flour and whisk until smooth. Cook about 3 minutes, whisking constantly.
5. Whisk in the vanilla almond milk, whisking constantly to prevent lumps (they happen, just whisk them out if they do). Let simmer about 3-5 minutes until slightly thickened.
6. Pour the veggies back into the frying pan with your sauce and stir so everything is coated well.
7. Pour everything back into your pie dish. I usually have a ton more sauce than looks necessary. The first night you serve this, it will be runny, especially if you're like me and typically start dinner later than anticipated so you're not willing to let it cool enough. But day two of this is amazing and way more firm.
8. Roll the pie dough out, if you made your own, go really thin. Again, I've tried it both ways (and everything in between, you wouldnt believe how often this is requested) and in my opinion, the thinner the better. I usually get 3-4 pies out of the recipe below. Don't forget to use a fork to poke holes throughout the crust.
9. Bake 35-40 minutes at 375
You may have noticed I only said to put the pie crust on top... Here its just to save calories. Its fantastic with crust both the bottom and top.
Pie Crust
2 c all-purpose flour
1 tsp salt
3/4 c vegetable shortening
1/4 c ice water
ice water with tablespoon nearby
1. In a large (I prefer glass) bowl, mix together the flour and salt.
2. In a measuring cup, add 1/4 c of cold water then fill to equal 1 cup with shortening. Lightly pack down the shortening to remove any air bubbles then scoop into the bowl with flour mixture (discard water).
3. Use a pastry cutter to cut shortening into flour mixture until small pebble-like balls start to form. Start adding the ice water a tablespoon at a time until it had a good consistency (the original recipe calls for 7 tablespoons, I'd say I average about 3-4)
ENJOY! This will be slightly sweet because of the vanilla in the almond milk. In my opinion, that's what makes the dish.
The I love you event:
It's a very long story, but the summary is: I refused to watch or read Harry Potter when it was unfolding. Kyle, did read and watch everything as they were coming out. So when the final movie came out (we got together just before), he wanted to go see it, but I had some major catching up to do.
What ensued was a series of nights watching all the movies that had come out before it, and I even took a stab at reading them, but didn't have the time.
For this week's "i love you," I have been slowly acquiring the DVDs from 2nd and Charles (its new to us, but I believe is a chain. They sell second hand items, for pretty cheap. Each DVD cost somewhere between $2 and $6 and they all work fine- I've been checking) and we'll be having a killer movie marathon. Complete with candy, popcorn and *hopefully* homemade slushies.
Lastly, the project around the house.
These are getting to be important because we're renters who are trying to move in about 6-8 months and we have been raising a rescue Lab-Pit mix as well as 2 future service dogs. Our home is covered in a constant layer of black and yellow hair. Not to mention my hair comes almost to my butt and my husband's hair comes almost to his shoulders. There is a lot of vacuuming going on around here! On top of that, because they all came to us as puppies, EVERYTHING is chewed including my basement step and the molding off my wall. Those projects are coming soon!
The two services dogs were away from the Wednesday before we got married to the Tuesday after our mini-moon. With this free time (the older of these two just turned 1 year old last week and the younger is 10 weeks. Our pet turned 2 this summer. There is zero downtime with them), I decided to move the broken desk out of my office and paint two desks we found at the thrift shop. They both have a good brown color to them now (formally one black and one white), and the one in my office has all orange insides, drawers, cabinet, etc. The second is going to be our make-shift bar and will have a lavender accent and interior. So far, so good on both of them. It's amazing what a good cleaning and coat (or 3) of paint will do!
This week actually gets two projects because last week's became a twofer. That was to rid the house of all the left over wedding stuff, or at least put it away somewhere appropriate. Which I did. But the day we were leaving for Maine (our mini-moon), his parents came by with MORE wedding stuff that was at their house. If anyone is in need of 50 homemade, soy wax, purple, blue and brown candles, I got ya covered.
And there you have it. Week two of marriage is movie marathons, favorite recipes, cleaning up our mess and dressing up some cheap furniture.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
The One
I am starting this because I am so excited to be a member of the newlywed club! I want to share my experiences as a new wife and the experiences that came before it. What is most interesting to me, is that before I met the man who is now lovingly called "my husband," I did not believe in any of this crap.
I was more than jaded. But not in a bad way. I had been dating the same guy on and off for 6 years. Most of the time we spent together ended in a fight, most of the times we didnt spend together was because he refused to come out and would fight me on the idea of hanging out until I was in tears. Now don't get me wrong, I was that needy girl. And, perhaps worse than that, I was the girl who knew I needed to walk away but had the years invested and fell victim to the sunken cost fallacy. Because of all my experiences with him, I was a big subscriber to "love is simple a chemical reaction in the brain" notion. I was looking for a partner. Like a business partner. When all else fell away I wanted someone who I respected, who respected me and who could make me laugh. And was all anyone could really ask for, right? To make a long story short, after an intense argument (I told him that in a year I wanted us to move in together), I said that if he walked out the door, he would never walk back in again. Sounds really impressive and bold and strong, but he had heard it from me before. And of course, like every other time I said it, he said, "I know." and walked out the door.
I don't know why, but that time it stuck. And it changed my life. I applied for a new job in my company and got it, I took the GMAT and started looking into schools to get my MBA. I had a new work laptop, my job came with a blackberry, I felt very important. I had nearly double my salary. I had a new wardrobe, a new sense of entitlement, a new found confidence. I truly believed (and frankly still believe) that if I busted my ass and worked for it, I would be a business leader before my 40th birthday. One of those women who "made it." But that's not where this story is going.
I don't know why, but that time it stuck. And it changed my life. I applied for a new job in my company and got it, I took the GMAT and started looking into schools to get my MBA. I had a new work laptop, my job came with a blackberry, I felt very important. I had nearly double my salary. I had a new wardrobe, a new sense of entitlement, a new found confidence. I truly believed (and frankly still believe) that if I busted my ass and worked for it, I would be a business leader before my 40th birthday. One of those women who "made it." But that's not where this story is going.
Suddenly, those things did not feel like me. Life felt stagnant. I needed a change. I took a quiz online and it told me I should be living in Portland, OR (I was currently residing in West Chester, PA, along with everyone I knew best and loved most in the world.). And it was as simple as that. It seems so trivial now looking back on it. But as soon as I started to consider the idea, I knew it was right. I had never been to Portland. I had never seen the Pacific Ocean. The furthest west I had ever been was the Grand Canyon 13 years before then. But I was committed and I started preparing for that move, and as I did, something changed. I started running, started cooking, started looking into new things, like camping (yikes!), I became more comfortable in my own skin. My job seemed more trivial, I realized I didn't want to have a phone attaching me to my work life 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I had broken my arm months before I planned my move, and even then my phone was ringing. My boss was calling me about not hitting my sales goals despite having been in surgery the day before. It simply wasn't what I was looking for out of life.
I planned to be leaving at the end of August, and on April 26th, I was sitting in a local bar with my best friend watching the flyers (whoop! let's go boys!). She (later to become my Maid of Honor) had to head home, I lived across the street, and suddenly comfortable in my own skin, decided to stay. I was explaining to an acquaintance that I was moving to Portland to "meet a hippie and fall in love" as this kid walked onto the back patio with us. To say he was perfect- at least in my eyes- would be an understatement. He was thin, long hair, confident but a little awkward. And I knew that if I started talking to him, all my plans to move out west would fall apart so my first thought was, "I'm not even talking to this hippie."
I realized he was with the group of people I was talking with and so when the group decided to switch bars on a commercial break I decided to go with them. The group lingered on the street outside the bar, and that guy had looked at my ass while he held the door for me. So I quickly said, "Hi, I'm Meghan, do you want to head to the next bar with me?" in my mind, he told me his name was Kyle and sure so we walked to the next bar together. Kyle tells me that I didnt wait for a response and ran away and he had to run after me.
So it began.
I was upfront about moving and after a few dates I was waiting for him to ask me to stay. But he never did.
He came with me.
He told me on our 2nd date that he didnt believe in marriage.
We were engaged in 8 months. And Married in 21 months. I was the one who pushed for extra time so the families could get more comfortable with the idea.
My points are these:
Sometimes you need to grow a pair and talk to that random stranger in a bar. Even if you run away immediately after. Kyle was actually out that night because he had finally gotten the nerve to talk to another girl, but I approached him before he spoke to her that night. And now both of us girls are married to the man of our dreams.
And if you are not with the person you need to be with, walk away and work on you. The right person will come around, and when they do, you want to be someone they want to be with. If you want to date a healthy person maybe check out running. Learn to cook. If you want to be with someone adventurous take those risks yourself. We bonded over travel, had we not taken the trips in the past, we never would be together today.
Saturday September 14th, we said our vows. And this next year is about learning how to be the best wife I can be. But as I talk about the trials and missteps of being a newlywed, I am going to talk about how we got here. Including advice on what to avoid when planning your own wedding, dealing with family, and maybe some advice about generally dealing with life. This first entry wasn't what I had intended it to be. I had planned on talking about how overwhelming it is when the wedding is over and you're collecting all your things again and opening gifts and getting settled back in.
I have planned to do a project around the house, try a new recipe and show my husband I love him a new way each week. And I will keep you posted on those things. Right now they aren't very exciting. I'm cleaning out the room we kept all our wedding stuff in (returning it to an office and closing the door on "the bridal suite" as we called it), and writing a letter in a journal I keep for Kyle (He keeps one for me too. Its a collection of letters we write each anniversary - so far they've been "negative year" anniversaries, one we wrote on the day before we got married, and our vows) I am going to write about all the moments of our wedding day I think we might forget. Like my niece singing "the people on the bus are drink-ing beer. Drink-ing beer. Drink-ing beer"set to the tune of "the wheels on the bus" on the shuttle to the wedding or the fact that half our flowers didn't arrive until as we were coming up the aisle after our ceremony. Sometimes you have to let the little things roll off your back.
It's going to be an incredible first year, but I don't know how it can possibly match the journey to this point.
I have planned to do a project around the house, try a new recipe and show my husband I love him a new way each week. And I will keep you posted on those things. Right now they aren't very exciting. I'm cleaning out the room we kept all our wedding stuff in (returning it to an office and closing the door on "the bridal suite" as we called it), and writing a letter in a journal I keep for Kyle (He keeps one for me too. Its a collection of letters we write each anniversary - so far they've been "negative year" anniversaries, one we wrote on the day before we got married, and our vows) I am going to write about all the moments of our wedding day I think we might forget. Like my niece singing "the people on the bus are drink-ing beer. Drink-ing beer. Drink-ing beer"set to the tune of "the wheels on the bus" on the shuttle to the wedding or the fact that half our flowers didn't arrive until as we were coming up the aisle after our ceremony. Sometimes you have to let the little things roll off your back.
It's going to be an incredible first year, but I don't know how it can possibly match the journey to this point.
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