So, my best friend in the world is getting married in England this October. It is a long story, but the short version is that she met him, a very nice man who is also a cutie, on the internet, went to meet him in person, fell in love, moved away, and is prepared to live happily ever after! *sigh* She is maybe one of the bravest people I know. I would have a panic attack moving across town much less across the globe!
I am to be her matron of honor, but being across the big blue ocean precludes me from much of the pre-wedding activities I would normally get to take part in. I do, however, get to throw her a wedding shower when she returns to the states for her Spring visit. I am THRILLED! I get an opportunity to do something for her wedding aside from be in it. Oh, and making her cake. I will get to that in a moment.
So, she is having a recipe party. It is where people bring treasured recipes for her to add to a cookbook so the 'little woman' will have a stock of time-tested recipes to start her marriage with. It is a super idea! I have been, for the last few months, writing down recipes and thoughts on cooking in general and I have discovered, with a bit more padding in the recipes department, which should not be a problem considering I have a ton of recipes in my recipe binders that I have tweaked over the years, that I will have for her a full fledged cookbook! Apparently I have a lot to say about food and cooking!
It is funny. I began this project as a simple collection of good recipes and it has become my sort of statement on food, and life if we want to get deep. I'm not sure that I want anyone to see it, but I have already told her about it so I do not have a choice. Oddly, when it comes to my writing I am shy. I wonder why I should feel that way? Is it that what I write is too personal? Or, maybe I am afraid it will seem silly? With by best friend I should not be shy because she loves me and understands that there is a wacky side to me that could, if given the chance, write for days and days about how wonderful food and eating is. It is a pastime I know she shares.
As for her cake, I am making her wedding cake in England. I am not too worried about it, but having said that I am anxious. The climate is different there, as are the ovens. Ingredients will also be different that what I am used to and I do not want to get there and make a cake that does not work. Or, even worse, that works but tastes bad.
Ten months till the wedding and I am already stressing over the cake. Yay me!
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