I never understood why so many women said they didn't eat at their wedding, or that they didn't remember the meal served at their reception. I assumed it was because they'd made a conscious decision to limit their food intake because their dress was about to burst at the seams, or they were afraid of dropping a stinky-stink on their wedding night.
After Josh and I got engaged and started planning our wedding, I was hell-bent on putting together the perfect menu for our reception. I gave myself such a list of criteria, though, that this was no small feat. We deliberated over the menu for quite some time, trying to appease different tastes and aesthetics. For example, my lovely little sister's lactose-intolerance (and, if we're being honest, mine and Josh's as well, though we live in a constant state of denial). The menu we ended up with, according to my husband, accomplished all of our goals and standards. My aunts still say it was one of the best meals they've ever had, and my dad was more appeared more jubilant while looking at all the food than he appeared to be at any other time during the event (see photo below for proof).
The Dinner Menu
Spring Green Salad with Strawberries, Almonds and Bleu Cheese Vinaigrette
Oven-Roasted Baby Red Potatoes with Rosemary
Asiago Grilled Chicken Breast, Stuffed with Sun-Dried Tomatoes
Dinner Rolls and Butter
Assorted Sodas, Fruited Water, Iced Tea and Sparkling Cider
The Cupcake Menu
Lavender-Vanilla with Buttercream Frosting
Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting
Josh's Favorite: Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocolate!
My Favorite: Funfetti with Cherry Icing
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Looks good, huh? Now here's where my problem lies: I don't remember any of this delicious-sounding food! Why? Because, like those brides I used to scoff at, I did not eat. For breakfast that morning I had, literally, two bites of a double cheeseburger. Lunch was a sip of my sister's Capri Sun. And as for dinner? I had approximately 3 lettuce leafs, one stalk of asparagus, one baby red potato, and one bite of the chicken... and it didn't even have the sundried-tomato sauce in the part I ate! For dessert? I ingested whatever cake got shoved past my tongue when Josh smashed the piece into my face.
It wasn't that I was trying to keep my dress from ripping, and it wasn't because I was afraid to "let one fly" on our honeymoon night - Lord knows that ship sailed a long time ago - but it was the simple fact that I was not hungry at all and couldn't fathom the energy it would take to lift another forkful to my mouth. So while everyone else enjoyed the delicious meal I'd painstakingly planned, I sat there and chewed very slowly.
It's been nearly a year since our wedding, but we're still receiving compliments and comments about how fantastic the food was, as if we ourselves had slaved away in the kitchen. Each remark makes me more and more envious of all those people who had a lovely meal that night (I eventually did eat - at about midnight I ordered pizza delivery to our hotel room and I wolfed down a few slices while Josh slept). Unfortunately, the chef at our wedding venue is unwilling to share her recipes, so I'm putting myself up to a challenge (much to Josh's drooling excitement): I will recreate our wedding menu and finally know what all the hooplah was about. Wish me luck!
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