Welcome! Please take a seat behind either the bride or the groom. Today’s post is part of a blog hop, brought to you by the six Astraea Press authors who have contributed to “Matrimonial Mayhem”, a romantic short story collection. All proceeds from “Matrimonial Mayhem” will benefit the Governor of Alabama’s Office of Faith-Based and Community Initiatives, which is assisting those hardest hit by the recent tornadoes. In the nuptial spirit of gift giving, Astraea Press is handing out wedding favors: everyone who visits and leaves a comment on all seven of the blogs that are part of this hop is eligible. Prizes include books, a teddy bear and a necklace. So grab your wedding veil and cut yourself a slice of cake. “Marriage on Sunset”, my contribution to “Matrimonial Mayhem”, features Stella and Gerard Coillard, the parents of Hollywood matchmaker Amelia. Amelia is the heroine of “Matching Wits With Venus”, my recently released paranormal romance about a brainy Hollywood matchmaker and the Roman god Cupid.
Like Stella, the heroine in “Marriage on Sunset”, I married in the 1980’s, the era of flamingo pink t-shirts, tight-waisted power suits with shoulder pads wide as a doorway, and so much hair gel you always had to hope no one around you was careless with a cigarette. But enough about the men’s fashions … this post is about wedding foods: that perfect marriage between taste and tradition, competing culinary customs, and dueling mothers-in-law.
Of course I’m kidding about that part; at least where my family is concerned. For you see, what my husband and I both have is an Irish mother. While this heritage leads to a gift for the gab, an uncanny ability to read tea leaves and a love of the Guinness, it does not, for the most part, equate with fancy foods. And fancy food is what I, impoverished student bride, wanted on my wedding day. Fortunately my parents are very generous, and we had my father’s background from which to draw. Not only was his father Italian, but my grandfather had been in the restaurant business. And his wife, my paternal grandmother, had the ability to create a meal from left-overs that would make Julia Child weep. So my wedding feast consisted of Italian wedding soup, Belgian endive, a pasta whose red sauce was as smooth and creamy as red velvet, a delicious meat course, and the best cake you’ve ever tasted – even after a year in the freezer, the top tier was still luscious. And yet, the gourmet meal lacked a piece of the Emerald Isle.
The other night, as a sort of pre-anniversary dinner, my husband and I went to a new Irish pub in our neighborhood, where they were serving a Guinness float, which is exactly as it sounds: thick dollops of ice cream set inside a cold glass of Guinness. We looked at each other, mournfully – if only we’d known! Fortunately our children are still single. I haven’t told them yet, but I’ve got a great idea, an unforgettable addition for each of their wedding menus ….
What special foods did you enjoy on your wedding day?
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