We had the wonderful job last night of mapping out our wedding food, it didn’t suck. We are choosing to keep the main stage event quite small, with a larger party later in the day at McBob’s. Our Milwaukee Hawaiian O’hana will be feeding us and entertaining us with song and dance. We couldn’t be more thrilled.
As much as we want to avoid a formal affair (I’m way too old for the white dress and can’t remember the last time I stepped into a church) we DO want to take very good care of our friends and family who will be coming. SO, we’re going whole hog on the food. For realz, we’ll have hog (well, Kalua Pork, close enough.) Uncle’s David and Guy of Ono Kine Grindz have put together a Pu Pu assortment and Dinner menu that is sure to be da best. We’re very excited. Next stop will be grabbing my friend and acting wedding planner, Amber, to pick out the best wines for the day. Giddy up.
Anyways.
We go from Ono to ucky. This morning I tried a little breakfast concoction that was suggested to me; oatmeal with protein powder mixed in. Sounds mildly acceptable. After all, it’s only food. I can trick my mind into thinking it tastes ok? After all, poor little Oliver and his orphanage crew ate gruel every morning, surly I can eat this. Ironically enough, gruel is exactly what the recipe looks like once the boiling water is added. Hokay, hang in there, I can do this. I take my first litle taste. Huh, not good, but not pukable. I decide to take a normal sized bite. OH, THERE IT IS, pukable. Yuck. Not even happening. At. All.
I can eat my protein. I can eat my oatmeal. I can even eat them at the same meal. But not mixed together. Nope. Not happening even one bit. Even the thought of trying that one again makes me sad (yeah, drama much?) I like food. Glorious food. It doesn’t have to be steak and eggs every morning, but it can’t be gruel. Or I’ll have to start singing like orphans as I come down the stairs for breakfast and I really don’t want to subject my dogs to that. It’s pretty bad.
This…
…Da Best.
There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
George Bernard Shaw
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