We had our food tasting last night at the reception hall. Let me tell you, only by the narrowest of margins did I escape actual DEATH BY OVERINDULGENCE.
Those readers coming to the wedding — see, that’s how much I love you. I was willing to risk my health and well-being just to guarantee that the food I serve you will be edible. You’re welcome. Now could you please pass me the Lipitor?
Praise all the gods that I made sure to take very small samples, because here is a list of the things I sampled last night:
– Lobster pot pie: I’m quite sure the recipe was dreamed up by an evil minion of the devil. Little buttery pastry cups filled with lobster in a sherry sauce — HEAVEN.
– Bacon-wrapped scallops: We actually weren’t sure these were any good. So we had to try a few. We’re all about thorough testing. For The Children, you see.
– Chicken samosa (or something): Meh. Spicy chicken-filled crusty pastry; worth eating, but not more than once
– Vegetable springrolls: I like ones with shrimp much better, but I’ve got at least three vegetarians coming, so we picked this as our veggie appetizer
– Beef wellington: well-marinated and savory, baked inside a buttery crust. Mmmm.
– Herb-crusted chicken with a port wine demi-glaze, and oven baked chicken with braised lentils: Both decent, but the demi-glazed one was significantly better
– Filet mignon: No, I’m not going to have this at the reception, but there was a whole freakin’ TUB full of it — you thought I was going to pass it by? Hell no!! (Rather amazingly, my sample was a beautiful medium rare inside. I was impressed. And full. I’m grateful that Mike hadn’t snagged a piece and therefore received half of mine.)
– Grand Marnier-flavored cake and a ricotta-chocolate-chip cake that tasted like a cannolo-in-cake-form
– A teeny-tiny piece of delicious fudge
That was my list, BTW. Mike, being even more assiduous than I in his quest to vet potential reception food, also tried the sesame-chicken appetizer, red bliss whipped potatoes, caprese salad, cornmeal-crusted halibut, Mediterranean salad and one of the rolls.
We then staggered to the car and rolled home, to lie about in a food-induced-coma for the rest of the night.
Good thing I don’t plan on getting married more than this once, y’all. I’d never survive the preparations!
P.S. My favorite part of the night — we’d been taking notes on what we liked and didn’t like. I pointed out, with mock-dismay, that Mike hadn’t made any note for the bacon-wrapped scallops. He took up the pen, wrote “satisfactory” and laughed. I promptly took the pen and paper, threw him a disdainful/scolding look, crossed out “satisfactory” and wrote:
“NOM NOM NOM”
Scallops! In bacon! Who’re we kidding?!?!