The weekend's here. I've got this wedding to plan. Things haven't been firmed up yet but I think ToadGirl will do the flowers, the ambience and the accessories. Thanksgiving seems to be the date. This is gonna be quite an occasion. I'd like the groom to do the poetry and the vows. And I will want to keep to rights. what? I AM hosting. This IS Bellemaison. The bride, between her dress and her lingerie, is going to be quite busy. I wonder if Pix will do a shower. I'd love to nip off to 'zona right now.
I've started the guest list. Obviously, parts of it are easy. Other parts, not so easy. You should feel free to state your case here and I will take it under advisement. Of course, this means the bride and groom will want to argue the merits of some of their lesser decisions as to 'friends'. Both are such lovely, generous people. Some of their friends....ix-nay. Relax kids, it's a joke. But step up and speak up.
No, even though this is a very busy weekend, I am not at all daunted about hosting this wedding at Bellemaison on Thanksgiving Day. All the pieces will go together nicely in the next few weeks, I believe. No, what's lingering on the top mental post-it note is the menu. What to serve? What to serve? So let's talk about it. But please, not in a chaotic, non-linear manner. This is a MENU we about to discuss, not an excited chance meeting of old friends.
This is a time when you should be specific and you should come with recipes. Let's start with the entrees. What should we have? And Randolph? NO. We will not be talking about what we will be drinking. If you so desire, once my trust officer calls that the ticket is in, I will let you set up the bar AND bartend.
'Cause that's the kinda gal I am.
JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA
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Swedish meatballs, like the ones from the Ikea snack bar.
Lots of meatballs, folks gotta chow down.
How about them little weiners in bbq sauce eh? Oh, and jalepeno poppers and beer! Yeah!! Oh babie, we'z gonna party at Bellemaison!
Oh, but wait.. Thanksgiving Day? We'll be in Texas.
We should have a well proper tea before then though.. howza bout that eh?
Can I drop my kids off so they can run amuck at the reception? Every good wedding needs children running amuck.
Oh wait, my kids don't do that. But I can teach them!
Or maybe I can just run amuck. Haven't done that in ages.
Phil, you're kids don't run amuck? Oh man. My kids could teach your kids a thing or two I can tell ya! My kids would have the cake table turned over on the grass in the back garden in no time!
Don't worry, i will behave myself and bring me own drink and i will keep it tightly in my pocket and only for the nice people to have. Select mix.
You've raisins tho, right?
and therapist: all in good time. me will be revealed. SOON.
sooo, was the bride a caterer in her former life?
since it's Thanksgiving, I say a brined, spit-roasted turkey, over cedar chips, of course! sliced at the spit so as not to let the flavor dissipate.
I think, too, we need a nice curry; who's got one?
korma's a cury?!
is this true, Randolph?
my point, Sweet, Sweet Vendella, is this: what, really, would an American know about curry?
(Randolph: for god's sake, man, jump in here)
(the plot thickens)
(f&b?)
(hahaha)
Not a bad idea to add a little curry to the stuffing.
Whatta bout those Ducks!!!
I aint wearing a YELLOW bridesmaid outfit like I had to when I was 10.... nope nope nope, I dont care if you are both me maties, I aint doing yellow.......
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oh and on the curry subject..... I'll have either a Chicken Madras or a Lamb Dhamsak....... Korma is for sissys LOL
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Just dont bugger off and tie the knot cos we all want to be part of it.....
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I got it all under control, Marmie. Thank god you showed up! Vendella is pretty absorbed with her dress and her lingerie, or lack thereof, and hasn't said a thing about your dress. And I agree. Yellow is out. Hell! a dress is out. doncha think? Another thing: Pixie of Pixie Lair is giving a shower. True. Virtual shower, that is. Isn't that nice of her?
and let's do the lamb. after all, you only get married once.
eeeeek!
bahahahah.
oh and V, sweetie; crowd control company is out. Chow Nation was understandably miffed at the suggestion. Lotta snorting and muttering, body checks into the glass, that sort of thing when they heard. read. I told them you just want everything to be perfect. They told me all freaks and any spaceships will get no farther than Post Falls or Ritzville and even at all, may not make it that far. Oh, those Chows.
They are quite excited about the wedding.
jesus, I crack myself up.
Bronx Boy!
Will you do Dutch Oven?
What will you fix?
(for the unwashed, Dutch Oven is food that's prepared in a cast iron dutch oven with a lid specially formed to create a convention oven of sorts. You make a charcoal fire, then distribute the coals underneath and on top of the dutch oven to create a highly efficient heat source in which the food cooks. Usually, you do this on the trail, or sometime where you can haul the oven; it's very heavy. This food, Dutch it's called at Bellemaison, is bona fide food porn. The guiltiest of edible pleasure.)
A shower? what? she wants to get married in a bloody shower? omg you lot are well strange....
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ok :) a Dutch Oven over here is where you fart under the duvet and then whip the covers over ya partners head lol......
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Marm, that's precious. S'pose it must be a result of having beans for breakfast, eh.
well proper english dutch ovens are best served after a curry the night before ;)
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Hello, all! Thought I would just poke my head in over here!
heey Lynn! Thanks for stopping by. Come over here and sit by me. So, do you tbink we know Wendy well enough to buy her some 'nice' lingerie for her upcoming nuptials? I'm certain I know Curt well enough, but Wendo? whaddya think?
I volunteer for the underwear bit. do let me know of the proper and acceptable/suitable size/colour.
damn the raisins.
We had a potluck at our wedding. But only family had to bring a dish. Lots of salads and veggie trays and plates of meat and cheese slices. And three kegs of beer. At the American Legion Hall (which was free since Grandma and Grandpa are life members). It was across the street from Capone's, which was convenient since it was my 21st birthday and everyone wanted to buy my "first" drink. Ah, the memories. I say potluck. Thanksgiving wedding? Turkey with oyster stuffing and homemade cranberry sauce. Mmmmm.
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