Don’t panic, this is categorically NOT another post about the Royal Wedding as the country becomes ever more obsessed with the event: even those who profess no interest at all in the wedding seem to spend an awful lot of time talking about it.
No, the wedding I’m thinking of is my brother’s. About the only things it will have in common with Wills and Kate’s bash is that it will be on a Friday, vows will be exchanged, and the reception will be held at the family home. Beyond that, however, I’m hoping it’ll be a very different event. And, knowing my brother, it will be.
My involvement in the process is – you’ve guessed it – the cake. Or cakes, to be precise. Having tempted little bro away from the delights of serving a giant steak and kidney pie in lieu of a wedding cake, he and his intended have decided on cupcakes for the big day, both to eat and to take home as favours.
This week, we finally managed to sort out a tasting session. I had taken the monster to see his grandparents in the Cotswolds, so it was an easy trip up from Bristol for little bro and the kids to come and try some cakes. On the menu were lavender and lime and the blueberry basket, partly because Simon was keen to try the lavender, and partly because the blueberry baskets are always a hit with children.
Mum had expressed some surprise at the number of cakes for a guest list of just 60 people: 150 seemed like a lot to her, especially since a traditional wedding cake usually ends up with considerable amounts of leftovers. I had explained to her that doing cupcakes pretty much guaranteed there’d be nothing left, as the whole idea is to provide sufficient variety of flavours that everyone can find something they like, but I don’t think she was convinced until she saw how quickly two dozen cupcakes disappeared on Tuesday.
Notwithstanding the difficulties of mobile cakery – I’m based in London, the wedding is in Bristol and so I’m baking out of Mum’s place to make it easier to get everything there intact – I’m quite looking forward to this one. It’s a fairly relaxed wedding, and the choice of cakes reflects that: flavour is much more important than fitting them into a colour scheme. And it’ll be quite relaxing to revert to some simple swirls after the birthday cake I’m preparing earlier that week, which is to be a Bugatti Veyron.
It’s the simplicity of Simon’s wedding that makes me feel a little sorry for the royal couple. Simon and Rachael have been able to choose to do things the way they want, that reflects their taste and personality. They will know everyone on the guest list and there will have been no diplomatic requirements to fulfil. The food will be delicious (BBQ – yay!), the band will seriously rock and laughter will be the order of the day. It’s going to be a wonderful day.
William and Kate, on the other hand, will have hundreds of guests, won’t get to talk to the majority of them, have various protocols to follow and will be lucky if they even get two minutes to themselves before they head for bed that night. Is this really Kate’s fairytale, or has she, like many brides, found herself occasionally wishing she was heading for Gretna or Vegas so that the whole point of her marriage – her love for her husband and their desire to be together forever – doesn’t get missed in all the trappings of the wedding?
Oops. And I really hadn’t meant to write about the royal wedding. Back to the kitchen for me, then…