I tried a bit of everything, and seriously would have gone back for seconds if I wasn't a genteel lady who eats like a bird (NOT). But I held back, even though the stuffed chicken breasts were singing a siren's song that was almost impossible to ignore. "You should have seconds!" they called to me.
But I resisted. Mainly because I was saving room for cake.
The theme of last night's dinner was soccer, since both the future bride and the future groom used to bend it like Beckham back in their high school days--and the first stop on their European honeymoon tour is a Manchester United soccer game in London!
Manchester United is the couple's favorite soccer team, and my sister asked me a while back if I could make a cake with the team's logo on it for two of their most enthusiastic fans (knowing that I always bake rehearsal dinner cakes for my boys, and that I would pretty much bake a cake a day if I had good enough excuses to do so). "Sure!" I said gamely, with no idea whatsoever what that would entail.
When I finally got around to looking up Manchester United online (maybe a week ago), here's what I found:
The other night, my sister told me she was looking at the logo, too, and she said to herself, "Laura's going to kill me." But I assured her that though the thought crossed my mind, it was only fleetingly. And then I decided to meet the challenge head on, by gum.
Well, for better or worse, here's the final product:
She's gorgeous, too, by the way.
It was such a pleasure and a privilege to be included in last night's festivities. And Saturday there'll be a wedding and a reception at the same place our #4 son and his bride had theirs back in February. 'Tis indeed wedding season in both my husband's and my families!
I just love weddings. And cake. And I love you, baby sister.