Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Child and my mom.
The Child in his tuxedo reminds me of the Tom Hanks movie Big.
White cake with hazelnut filling.
I'm pretty sure you can't have a wedding reception in the south without cheese straws.
It's probably on the law books.
We had crawfish cakes with remoulade sauce and sliced ham with sweet potato biscuits, cheddar biscuits, and black pepper biscuits, chicken salad and I truly don't remember what else.
I love this picture.
These girls are the best.
Every once in a while, Blogger likes showing who's boss. Like now, when it refuses to post this picture the correct way.
The groom's cake was chocolate with pecan coconut filling and milk chocolate buttercream. It was garnished with fresh raspberries and white chocolate curls.
My brother and The Groom.
The bridesmaids got comfy at the reception.
Traditional rice bags.
Keith, the groomsmen on the left, and the groom grew up together.
He and his girlfriend, Amanda, introduced The Husband and me.
The Child has his own room at the reception, with his own cake and snacks, including Mickey Mouse M&Ms, rainbow colored goldfish crackers, and assorted flavors of clear drinks. We covered the tables in red (disposable) tablecloths and filled a bowl high with little trinkets, toys, and candy. He had a dozen balloons. The balloons were a hit with the kids.
The mint tea went over big.
My cousin and my brother sweet-talked the caterer into giving them each a gallon to take home. True story.
The Husband and I mixed up Creole seasoning that we gave our guests jars of.
And we drove off into the sunset.