Food bloggers (the good ones, anyway) always seem to take photos of whatever amazing dish they’ve just made or had. Not only do they describe in such a way that you resolve to try it (or try to make it), but the photo then makes your mouth water.
I, on the other hand, when confronted with food of the amazing and mouth-watering variety, tend to scarf it down (while still savoring, naturally) and not remember photos until all you see are the dregs on the plate.
Example: our wedding menu tasting this past weekend.
(What you don’t see are three extra utensils underneath that napkin. I felt like Leo in Titanic.)
Our venue coordinator suggested taking photos of each dish at the beginning, so we could remember each of the individual options, and we agreed that was a good idea. Then the first course was served.
We tried a grilled corn chowder with crab meat so rich and flavorful that I didn’t want to try anything else. I persevered, though, and tasted a butternut squash soup (meh) and a port-marinated pear salad (so light and refreshing!).
And I would love to show you the photos because the presentation rivaled the taste. But did I think to click before I devoured?
Not a chance.
In fact, the only photos I have are of the potential main courses, because our coordinator specifically reminded me.
As for the cake…please. Like I would have let a camera get in between me and my sweet tooth.
Everyone has told me that you don’t actually get to eat at your own wedding.
After this tasting, however, I am more than prepared to buck that trend.