My construction buddy Vikki’s daughter recently got married. In Manhattan. Since it was a small venue–and in New York City–they scheduled a reception down here for us Texas folk. This meant two things:
1. Vikki and I had to paint her pergola (the reception was at her house) and
2. They were going to need a cake.
While not Food Network worthy, I was pretty proud of it. Mind you, that might have had something to do with the vast quantities of Grand Marnier in the cake itself. The fumes in my kitchen . . . let’s just say it’s a good thing I didn’t have to bake and drive.
and more meat:
Not to mention a very large dog. (Actually there were TWO very large dogs, but only one “posed.”