“The cupcake table is very impressive!”
“I know,” I said. “Aren’t I awesome?”
A few of my bridesmaids might have shot daggers at me. But no one can deny that the whole thing was pulled off rather well.
4th of July weekend was it. My sister, the ever-eligible Maid of Honor (MOH) and her boss helped me bake 295 of them in one night. It took us five hours. The MOH was wilting. She has a 9pm bedtime.
Well, the next thing to do was ice them. So on the day of the rehearsal dinner, I recruited two bridesmaids, the MOH, and my future mother in law and sister in law.
Now, one of my bridesmaids is an engineer, and her jaw dropped when she opened that freezer.
“There are so many!!” She cried. She then took it upon herself to make sure the cupcakes didn’t press against each other in the pastry boxes. It was rather ingenious of her; she recycled all of the tinfoil and wax paper I used to originally freeze the little suckers. She worked all alone in the basement while the rest of us iced upstairs. She later confessed to me that she ate a few.
Meanwhile, mother and sister in law had their own subtle protests. Sister in law expedited the process, having no desire to decorate anything lest she mess it up. She was like our task master. And she ordered pizza later, which was awesome.
Mother in law refused to pipe. She’s a cookie person. She’s comfortable spreading icing with a knife. I think she could have piped, but she was terrified she’d mess it up. So she treated the cupcakes like cookies. This made them look pretty different, so I told the other girls to plaster them with flowers.
She later turned to my sister in law: “I don’t care if it costs a thousand dollars. When you get married, we’re buying a cake.”
But then she wouldn’t have had this bonding experience! Come now, mom, this builds character!
Want to know what the real kicker is? I. didn’t. get. any. Zilch. Nada.
We left the reception for our honeymoon pretty late in the evening, and my mom and sisters were gathering the remaining cupcakes in little boxes.
When we came back a week later, they were gone. Curse teenage brothers and their bottomless-pit stomachs!
