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We Survived the Wedding!

6 Sep

After many trials and tribulations, we managed to survive the Wedding of the Century.

A lot of the problems were caused by the bride either freaking out over nothing (The limo will be black instead of pearl grey! The sky is falling!) and not realizing she didn’t have to do everything herself.  She had made arrangements with a friend to do the girls hair, but didn’t think she had time to get her own hair done, too. She thought she had to be at the church herself to let in the florist and the caterer, and asked the hairdresser to meet her at church to finish her hair.

“Do you have a key?”

rachels-cake“No. Do I need one?”

I informed her that the Altar Guild or The Squire would take care of opening up, and she should have her hair done here or at the salon, but it was not a good idea to try to do it at church. For one thing, I knew she’d be jumping up every twenty seconds to try to tell the professionals how to do their jobs.

I had finally simply given up on getting her to decide on a cake, and just did something I hoped she would like. Carrot cake, fondant, green ribbon, and silk flowers. She loved it! (I think it’s a tad gaudy, but what the heck.)

In fact, the caterer liked it well enough to ask me if I did these professionally! I told him I’ve done a lot of cakes, but because I don’t have a professional kitchen – not with a dog and cat in the house! – I don’t really do them for sale. Hmm. “Well, if something came up, I could do the cake here at church, because this is a commercial kitchen.” So, we swapped telephone numbers, and we shall see what happens.

Anyway, we got them hitched without a hitch. The bride was so emotional she choked up over her vows, and the groom was simply glowing. The kids all filled their parts perfectly, and all was well.

Now, The Squire and I are watching the younger daughter until they get back on the 12th, and we’ll be lucky if we all survive.  Pray for us.


Now We’re Cookin’

24 Aug

just barely

The wedding isn’t for another two weeks,  but what with one thing and another, I decided to get started on the cake now. The Bride had asked for carrot cake, which has the advantage of keeping well, and with my schedule – and The Squire’s – I figured I’d better get cracking.

Because of the size of the pans, I needed to make a double batch, and as you can see, I just barely make it! I could not have gotten another cup of anything in there! My trusty Oster grated four cups of carrots in nothing flat. Just as well, as I have to do this all over again – maybe tomorrow afternoon? I don’t want to leave anything until the last minute.

The Bride called here this afternoon, and left a message I couldn’t understand, but she called back to ask if either The Squire or I could take her to Aberdeen tomorrow. I can’t drive, so it’s up to The Squire. There’s an old song that goes, “If It Weren’t for Bad Luck, I’d Have No Luck At All”, and it fits this child down to the floor. She and a friend had gone out shopping for “wedding stuff”, had stopped at a traffic light, and a car pulled up behind them and stopped. Unfortunately, the next car along didn’t stop, and hit the middle car hard enough to push it into hers. She has a banged up spine, a mild concussion, and her car (which was fairly new) had to be towed away.

If it ain’t one thing…

Wedding Plans

18 Aug

I still haven’t nailed down The Bride on her wedding cake, although we did finally get a number, which is a start. I’ve selected several designs, none of which pleased her. She doesn’t like stripes or dots, but doesn’t want a plain cake, either.  She doesn’t want “ruffles” between the tiers, but kept insisting she wanted lace, instead. After a trip to the Wilton pages, I discovered that by “lace” she meant ribbon. The concept that “less is more” makes no sense to her at all. I did point out how much nicer the girls dresses looked after she had removed some of the gewgaws,  and she agreed so maybe there’s hope.

With all of the doctor’s appointments The Squire and I have coming up between now and Labor Day, I decided to get started on this project as soon as possible. When we remodeled the kitchen I gave all of my cake pans to a friend from church, with the understanding that he would let me use them in the event I needed them. I think they are out of town, as I haven’t gotten an answer to my emails. Their daughter is going to college, and they’ve probably driven her down to get settled in there.

So – today The Squire and I defrosted the big freezer, so we’d have space to put the cake. Piling boxes in the cooler, stacking things on the counter, tossing UFOs (Unidentified Frozen Objects), boiling water (you’d think we were having a baby!) and then replacing it all. Great fun.

We had a lovely well-balanced dinner of mini-pizzas, popcorn shrimp and chicken nuggets, along with a bag of frozen veggies. Grease and carbs. Yum!

When we were finished with the freezer, I leaned over to give The Squire a hug to thank him for helping me, and jerked back with a mighty YUCK!

Is there anybody else in the entire world who can work up a sweat defrosting a freezer?