Bloated Bride to Be!

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My good friend, Megan, and I spent a summer sitting on my couch, eating Ledo’s Pizza and watching Bridezillas.As we watched, each bride seemed to be just a little more unhinged than the one in the episode before. I silently swore to myself that I would never become one of those brides. I don’t need a huge gala venue that can fit 2,000 guests in it; I don’t think I know that many people, truthfully. I don’t need two dresses, as long as the one I have is comfortable, I’m happy. I don’t need the Hollywood-esq photographer stalking me like the paparazzi, and getting underfoot on my special day. As my own wedding inches closer and closer, I’m starting to understand more about what I want; or at least, where my priorities lie. Obviously, my number one priority is Paul, and making sure that he has the best day of his life too. That day is the celebration of us. (Daww, my heart gushes just thinking about that wonderful man? ). My second priority is one that I think Paul would agree with as well: FOOD. Of all the weddings we’ve been to (2, at this point), I always look forward to the food the most. I already know if it’s a sit-down meal or if it’s a buffet (invitation usually indicate that, right?) The entire ceremony, I’m squirming, either because it’s too hot or too cold, and I’m not dressed appropriately, or there is some malfunction with my wardrobe. Oh, and the hanger is real. We knew we were going to get good food at the reception, so what did we do? Fast. “I’ll save room for all of the food I’m going to eat!” I’ve read several Pinterest articles that suggest that fasting isn’t always the best idea. Especially if there is alcohol involved. So, empty stomach and wine? YES, PLEASE! It’s a celebration, after all! I digress. Food. We. Love. Food. We love to eat, in general. Our differences lay in our tastes. This is where the choosing of the caterer is going to be interesting. Paul’s palate is so expansive, cultured, and distinguished. He enjoys dark, mysterious red wines, veal pan-seared in rosemary olive oil. In Colonial Williamsburg he had the “Hunter’s Game Pye; Tender Venison, Rabbit, and Duck braised in a fine Port Wine Sauce with Mushrooms, aromatic vegetables, and Bacon Lardoons put forth under a flaky Pastry Crust”. I had the “Peanut Soupe” and the “Mrs. Purdie’s Garden Salat.” At least all together, we had a whole meal, and then some! We used to do our Epic Food Sunday and go to the supermarket and pick anything we wanted, spoil ourselves, indulge our whims, give in to food temptations… then bring home the raw materials and cook it ourselves. Sometimes we wandered the aisles together, sometimes we knew what we wanted and people better get out of the way, or get run over. When we were finished rummaging, we met at the front end, clutching baskets filled with our prizes. In Paul’s basket, it was not uncommon to find cuts of steak, or salmon, shrimp, snow crab legs, mussels in garlic sauce; protein, mostly. Paul took one, sad look at my basket and shook his head: DinoNuggets, hot dogs, Stouffer’s Macaroni and Cheese, pickles, tater tots, Doritos, cheese cubes, and soda (back when I drank it!). So then what should we do about food on our big day? Of course we want special! But I want would appreciate some comfort foods, such as those mentioned above ;-) Know any “extreme caterers”?