That was a year ago. A wondrous, terrifyingly happy and singularly tough year doing what I said I’d never do again, except that what makes it all the aforementioned things is that I actually haven’t done this before. Despite previous marriages, it is, in a very real way, the first time for both of us.
My Baby proposed in November, and we were married the next February: a shotgun wedding without the baby. There was, at this point in our lives, no point in either waiting or spending a fortune on a “fairy tale wedding” because, let’s face it, we’ve both been around the traps and know better than to believe in fairy tales or try to re-enact them (unless it’s Goldilocks because I will always insist on swiping some of whatever My Baby is eating). So we decided on a very small, intimate wedding in the backyard, and because I am a hard case, I decided that a portion of it was to be home-made.
My sister and I always laugh at wedding articles that say stuff like, “Begin your wedding day with a relaxing massage…” With our ma in charge, our weddings were total nervefests, completely self-catered with 12 courses, and her sewing up the last of the wedding dress hem an hour before we were supposed to be walking down the aisle. Relaxation and weddings were not things we had hitherto believed go hand-in-hand. Ma is still with me in spirit these days, but I didn’t want to do that again. On the other hand, we had only had a few months to save up, and Shane and I wanted a fantastic honeymoon. So budget we did. Budget or no budget, however, Shane and I wanted to make our guests feel welcome, and we wanted them well-fed, relaxed, and happy. The solution was to let the caterer cater some, and let Vibey cater some. Which I did, to the cries of one friend who exclaimed, “Are you insane? On your wedding day you’re supposed to relax! Have a massage!...”
OK so I didn’t have a massage on my wedding day. But I didn’t cook, either. I made some things the day before, bought the rest, and on the day, entrusted a fantastic caterer to provide a colourful and dramatic main course. Once my dress was on, and my oldest friend had said, “Right? You sure you want to go through with this? The car’s running if you want to run away!” I did relax. We had a beautiful day. Who knew you could have a good time at your own wedding? Not me. Our guests were also relaxed and had a lovely time, and some of them said it was the loveliest wedding they ever went to; and all of them, a year later, still rave about the food.
So here is how to cater and not cater your non-Valentine’s celebration, at the same time.
All photos except gazpacho © Dee Sutton Photography
First on the table was a couple of picada, or antipasto, platters. It included honey and balsamic roasted pearl onions, marinated olives, marinated roasted peppers, caperberries, marinated mushrooms, cheeses, spicy salami, lots of crusty bread, and what is the world’s one perfect appetiser: prosciutto and melon. The night before, my daughter assembled bamboo skewers of cantaloupe cubes and folds of prosciutto. If you do this ahead, you have to do what we did and make sure the prosciutto and melon don’t touch, otherwise the melon juices will make the ham soggy.
There are no pictures of the first course – this is a swiped one - and I don’t know why, but I suspect it’s because it was just devoured. To keep with the theme of the main course, I bought 200 shot glasses (a bargain – thank you eBay), and filled half of them with gazpacho, and the other half with white gazpacho or ajo blanco (“white garlic”). I have made a killer gazpacho for decades now, but was unprepared how my guests would receive the white gazpacho, which on ingredients alone – lots of garlic, almonds, bread, and a garnish of green grapes – may sound weird to some, but there were enraptured exclamations, and sighs, and grown women licking out the insides of the shot glasses. This behaviour was probably encouraged by the jugs of sangria that were on offer. It is a colleague’s recipe and a killer, and because it was a warm day guests were quaffing down great glasses of it and saying, “There isn’t much alcohol in this, is there?”
My piece de résistance was the caterer, Wadey, from The Paella Pan catering.
Everyone loves paella (not to mention risotto, which he also cooked), but the genius of it was the anticipation. Wadey has these massive gas-fired pans that he uses to cook in front of assembled guests, and he doesn’t need to be showy. The increasing suspense of the ingredients as he added them one by one, and the accompanying aromas, were drama enough.
Wadey made a classic “paella extreme”…
… and a wild mushroom and wild rice risotto. There was a gorgeous salad with spanking fresh leaves and feta. Wadey provides disposable plates. Did we care about the lack of china? Heck, no. Everyone was rhapsodising about the deliciousness of it all, and there was less cleanup.
Dessert was delightful, and fine enough that everyone was asking me if I’d made these myself. No, they were Bellantis, purchased from Aldi: miniature ice-cream cones filled with good-quality ice cream and covered in dark Belgian chocolate. I put these in a stunning ice bowl that I had made the week before. Making your own ice bowl is the easiest thing in the world to do, and instructions on how to do it abound on the Internet, but funnily enough, it’s not something you much see these days. Despite my fears that the artificial flowers I’d trapped in the ice would make the bowl look tacky, it didn’t, and it kept the Bellantis from melting.
And so on to the cake. I admire cake decorators beyond words, but I really wasn’t interested in a lookin’ cake, I wanted an eatin’ cake, and I wanted something that My Baby would love. Marciano's Cakes, a Chilean pâtissier, makes a cake called La Rica, which has the tastes of my childhood. Lighter-than-light vanilla sponge filled with dulce de leche (or as the Chileans call it, manjar), peaches and strawberries, and iced with the one icing I will go on bended knee for: Italian meringue. I asked for the decoration to be as simple as possible, and just as well, because there was a minor mishap and a portion of the icing got kinda… destroyed, but at that point I was past caring. We were all so happy, so relaxed, and I knew the cake would taste divine, so I just shrugged. My sister went into the garden, picked an overblown rose, sat it on the cake where icing should be, and that was that.
My Baby loved it. And as I watched him enjoy our wedding cake, it occurred to me that I get to look into these amazing eyes for the rest of my life. And no Valentine’s Day sentiment can compare with that.
(Serves 6, or fills 50 shot glasses)
I have tasted many gazpachos in my life, but none can compare to this one. It is the best. This isn’t a boast (particularly since it isn’t my original recipe, just a hand-down), it’s just fact. It is flavourful and zingy, with lots of chewy interest.
2 slices white bread
3 tbsp. red wine vinegar
2 tbsp. extra-virgin olive oil
3 cloves garlic
1 red or salad onion, roughly chopped
1 litre (4 cups) tomato juice
4 tomatoes, peeled, seeded, and finely chopped
3 Lebanese cucumbers, finely chopped
1 green pepper (capsicum), cored, seeded, and finely chopped
1 red pepper (capsicum), cored, seeded, and finely chopped
4 spring onions (scallions), finely sliced
1/2 bunch parsley, finely chopped
Salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste
Red wine vinegar and extra-virgin olive oil, extra, to serve
What you do:
1. Tear bread into rough pieces and put into food processor with vinegar, oil, garlic, and onion. Whizz until smooth. You may need to add a little of the tomato juice to allow it to process well. Put mixture into a large clean bowl.
2. Stir in all remaining ingredients, cover, and refrigerate until very well chilled. Taste, and correct seasoning: chilled savoury foods sometimes need to be seasoned a little more highly. Ladle into glass cups or glasses, floating a little extra vinegar and oil on top to serve. Serve immediately.
Here's the recipe for the sangría we had at the wedding for the non-teetotalers. It's from my ex-colleague and friend Andrew White, who is not only a gun but can cook like a demon. It's a far cry from my ma's, which used to just have wine, sugar, and orange and lemon juices, and packs a serious punch. I added orange juice, but Andrew doesn't; it doesn't matter, it's a flexible recipe. You can even remove the liquor and make it with non-alcoholic wine, which would be good for me because I’m one of the teetotalers, alas.
1 bottle red wine
1/2 cup sugar
1/3 cup triple sec
1/3 cup rum
1/4 cup brandy
A few glugs of vodka (opt.)
Juice of 1 orange
Fruit (we had peaches, grapes - both of which are essential to me - strawberries, and sliced lemon)
Lemonade or soda water
Lime or lemon wedges
What you do:
Combine the wine, sugar, triple sec, rum, brandy, vodka if using, orange juice, and fruit in a massive jug or bowl. Chill overnight. Next day, dilute with lemonade or soda (a ratio of 2/3 wine base to 1/3 lemonade or soda is about right), and add ice and lime or lemon wedges. Serve immediately.