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November 20, 2008
The Groom has always dreamed of serving ribs at his wedding. Now, no offense to him, but really? This is what you have always dreamed of? Most guys I know dream of Winning the America's Cup, or pitching for The Yankees, or quarterbacking their team to Superbowl victory. Or in the case of The Husband they dream they wake up to the sights and smells of one Miss Sophia Loren whipping up a fabulous breakfast, resplendant with all that hair and eyeliner and rolling out all the sexy Italian verbage.
Unfortunately The Bride has always dreamed of a black tie affair complete with champagne colored linens and gold rimmed plates. And in the middle of this escalating argument they looked to me to help them find a middle ground. And in an attempt to do so I suggested perhaps the rehearsal dinner could be a more casual BBQ theme complete with ribs and beer and all the trimmings. But he wasn't taking the bait. It was Ribs at the wedding. He wanted people to eat them with their hands, and dip them in sauce. That was final. The end. No more discussion. The Bride folded her arms and said, "Whatever, I am not changing what I want, either."
I sat there wanting so desperately to ask how they planned to handle real issues in life; a mortgage, financial issues, a crying baby perhaps. But I am reminded that my job is to focus on the one night I have control over. And I have to try and help create an atmosphere that doesn't end up with the bride's cousin Ralph putting all the bad stuff on YouTube.
The Classic was The Groom's Uncle Harry came in the kitchen and said to me, "Was this The Groom's Idea - for everyone to fight over a damn stack of bones and sauce on a plate? No offense to you. They were delicious. But they would have been more delicious at a picnic table in my back yard." I raised my eyebrow and nodded yes and said, "No offense taken." "Man. That damn snot-nosed kid has been a spoiled brat since his birth. The Bride will be lucky if she gets through the honeymoon without stranding him on a beach. Well, thanks for The help with the sauce spill. I think I will go put a dish of sauce in the getaway car, just for laughs."
Posted by Foodwhore at November 20, 2008 10:44 AM 
Three cheers for Uncle Harry. At least one member of the family has his head screwed on straight. Posted by: StevenHB at November 20, 2008 12:24 PM This article really makes me want some ribs.... mmm... rib BBQ dipping sauce.... Posted by: Danimal at November 20, 2008 01:43 PM Hmmm...this is why every couple should have premarital counseling of some sort. Although I don't suppose the priest/rabbi/imman would ask, 'what do you plan to serve at the reception.' Obviously, s/he should! Posted by: Nana at November 20, 2008 04:00 PM Not that you'd ever want to repeat the experience..but these little things are FANTASTIC http://www.trongs.com/ Posted by: Elizabeth at November 21, 2008 06:59 AM He's not the only one. Ahem. But, at the time, I married someone who shared my passion. But that was long ago! Biggles Posted by: Dr. Biggles at November 21, 2008 10:20 AM Ah weddings, the number one reason I quit tricking. Posted by: Sandy at November 21, 2008 02:45 PM My brother had his heart set on suckling pig at his wedding......(didn't happen, thankfully) Posted by: sue at November 21, 2008 09:19 PM My er-um and I catered our wedding. Fairly simple, for what we have become (check http://menu.vldyson.com in about an hour to see what we do now). Nobody told us that my step-mother-in-law (they got married at 75 and my father-in-law insisted that they had to) had hired somebody to help or that my father-in-law had both had some friends who cooked 'help' by adding dishes and given the women strict instructions to ignore what ever we told her and serve it his way. My bride's temper was some what legendary amoung the off-off-Broadway theater crowd at the time. The fight was spectacular among bridal engagements and entertained the guests, most of whom were of the off-off-Broadway theater crowd. It got served her way. Posted by: ntsc at November 22, 2008 03:51 AM Was his name Adam??? Posted by: neil at November 23, 2008 06:21 PM  |