Over Martin Luther King weekend, Matt and I took a trip to Colorado to visit some our favorite people and do a little skiing.
I’d never been to Vail before but I’d heard all about it from Matt. Every time we go out to Salt Lake City I have to hear all about Vail, the back bowls, grilling out at Blue Sky Basin and how much better it is. So I decided it was time for me to check out this magical mountain myself.
We were lucky enough to be invited to stay at the house of one of Matt’s friend’s mother, just outside of Vail. From the moment we walked in the door and we greeted with this adorable sign, it felt like home.
The house had an absolutely beautiful kitchen which we took full advantage of. Each couple cooked a meal for the group one of the three nights we were there. I was truly impressed with the variety and quality of what was produced and I was especially impressed with the involvement of the other husbands! Both of them took on the role as head chef, which I not-so-casually, pointed out to my sous chef, Matt.
Matt and I embraced our New Jersey roots by making meatball subs (which I repeated over the weekend for the Super Bowl). Aaron and Maureen cooked up a perfect apres ski dish, a hearty pork stew made in the crock pot (they just threw pork loin, beef broth, chili powder, paprika, garlic powder, basil, oregano, onion, carrots, bell peppers, and fingerling potatoes into a slow cooked on low for 8+ hours while skiing). Ryan and Lauren spiced things up with an Indian favorite, chicken tikka masala, which had us at an authentic Indiana grocery store the day before. Every meal seemed better than the next and I only had to cook on one night – it almost made me want to live in a commune!
I’m happy to report that the skiing was just as good as Matt made it out to be. We had incredible weather every day and the mountain was surprisingly not packed with people. And while we didn’t get any new snow, I was happy with the fast conditions. Skiing down Birds of Prey, a World Cup downhill ski course at Beaver Creek, I could almost see myself stepping onto the medal podium at Sochi.
Another thing I’d heard about for years was a game Matt and his friends played at Notre Dame called broomball. The game is played on ice and resembles hockey, but without skates (just regular sneakers) and instead of hockey sticks, they used brooms (or something that looked like a broom, I’m still not entirely sure). To be honest, whenever Matt talked about it, it sounded like a lame version of Quidditch and I thought his friends were nerds.
Now I take all of that back.
Broomball is literally one of the best games I’ve ever played and it gave me a chance to relive some of my high school field hockey glory days. After playing for two nights, resulting in lots of bruises, I started googling to see if there were people who play this game in NYC. Sadly, I haven’t come across anything yet.
And even though our flight home was delayed a day due to weather (thankfully Ryan and Lauren put up with us for anther day!) the trip was amazing. I am going to make it my mission to bring some of that Colorado spirit that I love so much back to NJ and into our lives.
Oh wait a minute — I don’t think that Colorado spirit made it in time for the Super Bowl. Ok, so starting now…