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December 04, 2007
"Ok, on your initial call you sounded really certain on what you wanted for a menu. So let's talk about that and take it from there." Silence. "Ok so what did you have in mind?" "Um. I dunno." "Oh. Ok. Did something change? Are you unsure about some things?" "Uh. Yeah. I dunno." "Ok, well, to start - did you want sit down service or buffet?" "Hmmm." *Shrugs* At this point I was searching the table for my recently sharpened pencil. Would it be for my eye or for hers? "Ok, well. Mom of Bride, did you have any ideas?" "Oh, no. This is all her choice. I am just here to write the check." Hm. Maybe mom's eye. "Ok, then. Maybe you want to take some menu ideas home and look them over. Then we can meet again so that we can get something down on paper. How does that sound?" "I dunno." *Shrugs* No. Her eye. "Well, why don't we do that. We've got time, and maybe it will be easier for you to discuss this all at home and then come back. Here are a list of menu items and ideas. Take these home, talk it over with your mom and your fiance' - whomever you would like - and then when you come back we can answer questions and finalize it." *Shrugs* "Yeah. I dunno. Whatever." Wait, no, my eye. And her eye. Smile and loud sigh from me. Lip biting from Mom of Bride. Shuffling in the seat and a little hair toss from The Bride. Who, by the way, despite all signs is not a non-English speaking bride from the Old Country. She's 26. Gainfully employed at a bank, and seems to be able to put at least some words together. "Well, the thing is, I can't do this for you. I mean. I can. But I need to know what you have in mind so we can make this uniquely yours. That's how we do this." Blank Stare. A giggle. Yet another shrug. "Yeah. I just... I dunno." I rubbed my forehead. Laughed a little and said, "You are still getting married, right?" "Oh, totally. I can't wait!" Wow - a new set of words. Mom smiles brightly. Overjoyed, I think, at the prospect of getting rid of the girl. "Well then are you just overwhelmed by this part of the planning, or are you really not interested at this point?" And I swear to God if you say 'I dunno' I will cry. Silence. I sat there looking at her, with that look of anticipation on my face like people get when they are waiting for a punch line to a really great joke. "It's just... I dun..."
Posted by Foodwhore at December 4, 2007 12:21 PM 
well, seeing that it´s sometimes not easy for me to make a decision i hope i´m not such a pain in the a** like this bride... Posted by: frau mo at December 6, 2007 12:37 AM oh, and because i can´t comment at your last post i´ll write it here: get well soon! i know it hurts like hell! ps: i love your blog! Posted by: frau mo at December 6, 2007 01:01 AM A stories like this make me so glad I grow food for other people for a living and no longer cook for other people for money. Wedding catering was always the worst. You either have Miss Indecision or bridezilla and her minion (I mean mother). For your back try rubbing arnica on it 2x a day. You can get arnica at any health food store. It's great stuff for swelling/inflamation and pain Posted by: Lucy at December 6, 2007 03:36 AM You have all my sympathy. I find the worst clients are the ones who leave the television blaring when you are trying to pin them down to a decision. Next in line are the clients who leave a posh glossy cookery tome on the coffee table and leave you in no doubt that they are infinitely more skilled and knowledgable than you. Teeth are frequently gritted. However I do like the planning and organising bit and I do love the paying bit - it's the bit in the middle that can be a pain! Take care of your back - I'm sure there must be others - more muscle bound - around to do the heavy lifting. Posted by: Liz Bond at December 6, 2007 03:58 AM Thank you for the laugh that followed this: "Mom smiles brightly. Overjoyed, I think, at the prospect of getting rid of the girl." A great way to start the day. Hope you're feeling better... give us an update on how you're doing. Posted by: LisaInCT at December 6, 2007 05:42 AM Ohh... I keep forgetting to mention... there is a site run by AMEX for NY restaurants that I ran across (I have no idea how detailed it is.) I know you were planning a trip and if you haven't gone, it might come in handy. It has reviews, coupons, etc. The link: http://thedish.amexnetwork.com/NYC?cid=dish07-ny-ola-sereats Posted by: LisaInCT at December 6, 2007 05:46 AM Honestly, I don't know how you manage. Thanks again for the laughs and for the model of patience. My sister- and brother-in-law just quit their jobs to get into the catering/restaurant business. I send them links to your blog every day - just so they will be prepared; and so they know there's a sort of support group out there. God speed to all of you! Posted by: offonoff at December 6, 2007 07:12 AM TOO FUNNY!!! I'm glad my daughter was better at the bride stuff!! How's your eye????????? Posted by: Carolyn at December 6, 2007 08:53 AM And these are the people that are breeding... *slaps forehead* Posted by: michelle Ames at December 6, 2007 09:17 AM It could have been worse. She could have... could have......... oh, I dunno. Posted by: Kristen at December 6, 2007 05:39 PM He: "Darling, will you marry me?" ROFL Posted by: Salma at December 6, 2007 07:44 PM When my mother was little (I'm guessing around 8) my grandmother asked her and the friend who was playing with her what they would like for lunch. The friend said "I don't know". Since she couldn't decide my grandmother made her nothing. I realize you probably can't do that to the bride but I would certainly find it tempting. Posted by: ChelleR at December 6, 2007 09:18 PM ooooooh, I did that with the floral lady last week. i actually don't think the bride is at fault here. she's probably being forced into something she doesn't really want to appease her mother. Posted by: rach at December 7, 2007 06:45 AM  |