I broke down and bought my first bridal magazine. Apparently, once you get engaged you are expected to plan a wedding. Being on the wedding cake side of things, I’ve always thought of brides as wild cake tyrants possessed by an obsession of creating one perfect day–it’s not just cake; it’s the cake that will somehow determine the course of marriage.
So, naturally, I hesitate to part-take in “bride behaviors,” having always been suspicious that Gotham from Lord of the Rings could be exorcised from most any bride’s bosom. I’d imagined being proposed to, getting engaged, and being married, but the wedding part? I’ve never been the girl to gurgle over wedding dresses or plot out a bridal binder.
At this point, I need to share how after my dad watched the movie “Father of the Bride,” starring Steve Martin, he came out looking slightly pale and obviously disturbed. “That’s a horror movie!” he said. Maybe his reaction has something to do with my outlook, but somewhere along the way I began to view weddings as stressful, money-guzzling affairs. I’m not sure when the idea of elopement was first encouraged by my father, but I was probably five – despite the fact that if I did elope, everyone (including my dad) would be upset with me for years.
So, the bridal magazine – I bought one (a Martha Stewart, of course), ripped out three pages of things I like and promptly passed it to a friend like a hot potato.
The thing is that I’m getting very excited about the whole thing – choosing flowers, wearing a dress…See? It’s starting. Something is taking over!
The one thing I can’t manage to even think about is the cake. What’s a pastry chef to do? People expect cake – and a really freaking nice one. At this point, I also know a lot of people that could make me a really nice cake, but after savagely slicing up each wedding cake that’s taken me hours to make, I’m not sure cake is what I want. I’ve seen so many cake designs that they’ve all become a bit flat. And as a pastry chef, hip trends like cupcakes seem slightly obnoxious.
I’m thinking sundae bar – banana splits to Guinness floats. Or maybe a croquembouche? – the traditional French wedding cake made from profiteroles. Or maybe I should start an alphabetized file folder of all of my favorite cakes and desserts? See? It’s happening.
At the end of the party what I hope is that is will have been just that – an enjoyable party. And cake or no cake, it is beginning to a very fantastic adventure.