I've begun the list. The packing list. Everything I will want or need for the week leading up to the wedding - heels, dresses, running shoes, malted milk powder... All the important things. (What? My mom couldn't find malted milk powder in the store when shopping for wedding cake ingredients!) This past weekend, we hosted the fiance's bachelor party guests for a couple nights before they went off to golf courses, breweries and bars. There was cleaning, a lot of it, both before and after. I'm pretty sure our kitten was a bit traumatized. The night they were out on the town, I had a friend over, and we had cake. Cake and beer. Because that's as close to a bachelorette party as I'd ever want.
I've also been baking, trying to get ahead on November's TWD recipes. (It feels like that's all I've been doing the past 6 months - getting ahead in order to fall behind) Luckily, I have classmates and the fiance has coworkers to foist the treats off on. With all the preparatory happenings, it's needless to say things are a bit crazy over here. Note to any soon-to-be brides out there - ignore those countdown thingamajigs that show up on The Knot (*gag* - seriously, go here instead) or your wedding website. I didn't, and let me tell you - I have no idea how in the world 13 months of engagement turned into 11 days. No idea whatsoever.
It's times like this that call for a couple things. One would be a good night's sleep, but unfortunately our kitten wasn't a big fan of that solution and attacked our feet under the covers at about midnight last night. And then she knocked things off a table in the apartment at about 4a. So in lieu of a good night's sleep, I prescribe pie. Apple pie. Apple pie for breakfast. With a butter pie crust, tart-firm-sweet apples, and a hefty dose of cinnamon. Have I mentioned that our centerpieces are little half-peck baskets of apples? I have a feeling a good number of those will become pie as well. Apple pie works as a recovery prescription post-wedding as well, I'm sure of it.
Last Week: Caramel Pumpkin Custard
Next Week: Peanuttiest Blondies