The extent of my Pinterest usage is Google image searching things like “bridal shower cake sayings” and then using images that may have come through Pinterest to help me…without ever having to try and pin or sort through other people’s pins…I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
But that is the story of how I came up with what to write on the cake.
(Which could have said anything as long as it was inside of a box bearing the name Edgar.)
While I may not have Pinterest-y decorating skills, I DO know how to put together a bridal shower buffet…
….and mimosa bar.
So sfter accepting much-needed help on location, decorations, and favors (like the polka-dotted plastic, yes-they-have-wine-shaped-glasses-inside tumblers we used for Bridal Extravaganza Part Deux that evening)—
—I set my sights (and hands, and tastebuds) on tackling what we all know I really cared most about—aside from the blushing bride of course–
—the food.
The one thing the bride consistently mentioned when talking menu was chicken salad. So chicken salad she received. The joke of the party was “How did a mostly vegetarian make such delicious chicken salad?” to which I could only reply, “Instinct and intuition.”
I’m still not sure if The Professor found the sight of me tearing apart a rotisserie chicken very strange, or very “I man. Love meat.” attractive, but either way, the “plain” chicken salad, and the rosemary dijon apple version (both mostly yogurt-based) were in high demand.
Walnut-studded goat cheese drizzled with balsamic vinegar and honey [which looks a lot better post-deluge touch up ] was my singular attempt at gourmet presentation…
…until a martini glass elevated the last minute pimiento cheese I deemed utterly necessary for any southern soiree.
Similar treatment went for the Red Pepper Feta Cilantro & Walnut Dip I created, loosely based on muhammara.
And of course, the Roasted Grape, Sunflower Seed, & Kale Salad I probably ate 1/3 of, simply because it was covered (quite liberally) in one of the best champagne vinaigrette‘s I’ve ever had (and want to drink).
Fault me for my fuzzy photography, but please do not fault me for the food. [Of course, finishing off with the "chocolate with chocolate chips" cake was a surefire way of making sure everyone left with a (literal) good taste in their mouths...]
It was a lovely celebration for an even lovelier friend.