Ok… it went great. Not perfect, but just great.
I actually managed to finish ahead of schedule which gaveme lots of time to double and triple check. My man with a van arrived and we got everything loaded up. He had his mother in the front seat and I handed her a croqumbouche, climbed in next to her with the bride and groom cake and the other croquembouche. Little by little we made it there, me grinding my teeth with every steep hill and bump in the road. We arrived and I was off like I’d been shot out of cannon.
The chef who was catering dinner was already in full swing in the kitchen and I staked out a corner for myself and got busy. I iced the chocolate and carrots cakes and decided to waiting till the last minute to do the lemon cakes since the whipped cream icing had already proved to be fickle despite the addition of a healthy dose of gelatin. I did the last bit of decoration on the bride and groom cake and threw… um…gently placed it back in the fridge. I went out breifly to watch the ceremony, standing in the back in my chef’s jacket with a giant glob of chocolate on it. Then it was back to the kitchen to do the fruit platter.
And then there was nothing else to do. I was in the way of dinner production so I shucked off my chef’s jacket and went out and talked with Nick, Yuri and Matt and a drive by check in with the happy couple. Then it was back to the kitchen to be ready to start slamming out the rest of the buffet. As soon as they were done, I went back into production mode and had the buffet set up in a little under 20 minutes.
From there it was just a waiting game. Presented the bride and groom cake to approval of the bride. Then it was back into the kitchen to clean up.
I called a cab, which never came. One of the bridemaids offered me a ride (Shannon I think was her name) which just was exactly what I needed. They droped me off and I was in bed 15 minutes after that.
I slept instantly for about an hour and a half. The Roomie came home and we chated a bit but I was not coherent. I stretched out in front of the tv and the Roomie took pity on me and put a dvd in for me. I watched that and a littlemore tv before just shuffling off to bed. I splet soundly
Anxiety dreams are par for the course with me,
In my dream, the bride’s dress had turned into a giant mound of ganache, and as we stressed about how to lower her into it, I kept trying to mold it back into a dress shape and thinking to myself “It looks like dog shit!”
Now I’m scrubbing (AND I DO MEAN SCRUBBING) down the kitchen. Wheee. I haven’t done a hell of a lot today and have been putting that off (blogging included) but I think I don’t have a lot of choice anymore.