Interview
November 27, 2007 by Veronica Mitchell
Meredith of Poppy Fields posted an interview of questions she received from Jennifer of Italian Trivia, and asked for volunteers to be interviewed by her. I am thrilled to exercise my vanity and answer questions as though I were fascinating (I AM a blogger), so I stepped right up.
So imagine Meredith sitting attentively, pitching her voice at the whispery level of Barbara Walters at her Oscar night interviews, as I sit decorously, softly lit, on a couch too white to have ever been touched by children.
1) You may have already posted this story once, but how did you meet your husband?
I had just moved into the dormitory of my new graduate school. I was terribly hungry, and did not know the neighborhood at all, so I knocked on a dorm neighbor’s door and asked her if she could tell me how to get to the grocery store. She suggested we go to the dorm kitchen and see if anyone else was planning a trip to get groceries.
I walked into the kitchen with my neighbor, and, standing with his back to me, was a big guy in blue jeans and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was drying a dish. My neighbor said, “Az…” and I don’t know what she said next, because the big guy turned around and looked at me.
His eyes were so blue that my heart literally skipped a beat.
He refuses to believe this. Not only will I never get that one skipped heartbeat back, but TO THIS DAY Az the Husband can infuriate me by denying that it ever happened. For TWELVE YEARS he has been denying that I know what happened in my own chest when I fell in love (well, truthfully, lust) at first sight.
So the most romantic meeting of my life, if it comes up in a conversation with that fascinating blue-eyed man that I married, ends in me shouting that he is an idiot.
And that, my friends, is marriage.
2) If money wasn’t an issue, where would you like to live and what would you be doing there?
Our dreams were originally to teach, and we would love to do that temporarily in New Zealand or Mongolia or Iceland, all countries that have appealed to us over the years.
But while there are many, many places we would like to visit for short or long stays, “home” needs to be in the US. We love our current city, but would also consider as completely home-worthy Knoxville, TN or Asheville, NC or Lexington, KY. We are homebodies, and would feel only completely ourselves with trees and hills and rainfall and seasons and a small-to-middlin’ American city.
3) I copied this off another interview I read, but I like the question so… What was your favorite board game as a child and why?
As a kid I loved Clue, because I could beat the grown-ups at it. During a family visit when we were first married, Az and I played with my mom and sister for old time’s sake. Az could not get the hang of the game and developed a deep and abiding hatred for it, and told me he would never play it again as long as he lived.
So we’re done with Clue.
4) What is your favorite holiday food and can you share the recipe please?
I don’t think turkey and stuffing can be beat, but I don’t have a special recipe for it. I suppose I always liked my mom’s best, and she doesn’t use a recipe. She makes her stuffing by feel and experience, so it will likely die with her, and I will spend my latter years wistful for the unattainable.
Last year for Christmas, we started our own tradition, and I made a buttermilk poppyseed cake that our girls ate for breakfast. We will repeat it again this year. Without oversharing, let me suggest that fainthearted parents may want to wait till the kids are potty-trained to try this one.
[Edited to add: Aaah! I just looked for the recipe and could not find it! I will keep looking for it, and post it when I find it.]

I remember you posting about that cake last year and fully intended to try it. I hope you find the recipe.
The Carolinas and Kentucky are amazingly beautiful.
Oh I’ve always thought both Iceland and New Zealand would be fabulous–we’ve said that if we moved anywhere it would be NZ.
i loved your answer about how you met your husband and the disagreement about it. yes, it is so real marriage! hilarious.
Thanks for answering my questions.
“…pitching her voice at the whispery level…” LOL! I almost lost my coffee reading that
Is this the recipe?
Poppyseed Cake
1 1/2 c all-purpose flour
1 1/2 c whole wheat flour
1/3 c poppy seeds
2 1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 c butter or margarine
1 1/2 c honey
1 tsp vanilla
4 eggs
1/2 c buttermilk or sour milk
1 small banana, mashed
1/2 c raisins
Grease and lightly flour a 10-inch tube pan. Combine flours, poppy seeds, baking soda, and salt. Beat butter about 30 seconds at medium speed. Add honey and vanilla; beat until fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating 1 minute after each. Combine buttermilk or sour milk and banana. Add dry ingredients and buttermilk mixture alternately to egg mixture, beating after each addition. Stir in raisins. Turn into pan and spread evenly. Bake at 350 for 50 to 55 minutes or until cake tests done. Cool 15 minutes in pan. Invert onto a wire rack and remove pan. Cool thoroughly.
New Zealand AND Iceland! Have houses in both places! And one in my town - I live someplace cold and remote too, eh?
Amanda, that isn’t the recipe I used last year, but I think it WILL be the recipe I use this year. Thank you.
There’s something seductive about a man in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. On my husband’s and my “pre-date,” when he first revealed that he liked me by putting his arm around me, I almost died. His dress shirt was rolled up to just under the elbows, revealing his forearms. I never thought forearms could be sexy, but they were and still are!
I loved Clue as well. I always wanted Scarlet to be the murderer…
Lexington doesn’t suck ….. IMHO ….. Scout is less of fan …. if you ever make the move, let me know
I love the story. Of course it’s true. How can Az doubt it?
Love the story about how you met your husband. And in true married fashion hilarious that you guys argue about it.
My mother once followed my grandmother around the kitchen measuring all the ingredients in stuffing. This way we can recreate the recipe now that grandma is gone.
Just a comment to thank you for your comment about my comment on Beck’s post. whew.
Anyway, nice to meet you! It is good to know other people who can and do recite jabberwocky, and who also persist in ordering “smalls” and “mediums” at Starbucks. Have you ever noticed how they always say back to you, in question form, “a grande?” And I just look away and nod.
Great interview! I love that conversations about whether or not your heart romantically skipped a beat end in exasperated insults. You are right–that is marriage.
“So the most romantic meeting of my life, if it comes up in a conversation with that fascinating blue-eyed man that I married, ends in me shouting that he is an idiot. And that, my friends, is marriage.” Loved this.
I used to love Clue and Risk. My husband doesn’t like games. Spoil sport.
Or is it spoilsport, all together like that? Now I’m confused…
I refuse to believe that your gentle giant could ever lead you to raise your voice.
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Asheville is a very home-worthy city, I think.
I love that you argue over whether or not your heart skipped a beat. How could he doubt you?