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October 31, 2006

So, it’s been an odd October for me. Generally boring for all those involved. My grade didn’t get to go to the Home Coming Dance because of how the schools are being redone, I had two large-scale projects due on the same day, and I still haven’t figured out what I’m going to be for Halloween. So it has been a fairly bad October so far. Except Doc’s wedding, that was nice.

I got to wear a nice Ralph Lauren dress and be girly. I was promoted from coffee wench to door wench, and I got to take part in a fairly annoying photo shoot even though everyone and their cousin knows, photogenic I ain’t. But who cares about my personal experiences? No, it was the food that mattered most, outside of the actual union of loving wedlock and all that stuff. Ok, there were the clothes too, I admit.

The food took a bit to actually get to the table. I understand cooking for a large amount of people is hard and such, but I think it would be made easier if perhaps the portions were bigger. Not full sized, just a tad larger. I myself can polish off a full steak and still want more of course, so I might not be the best of judges. However, this was supposed to be a tasting menu, so that might have had something to do with it.

I got to meet Isis and her sister for the first time. They were very nice, though I think I probably disturbed them a bit. I could hear my best friend doing her ‘awkward’ impression, in which during some scene of a movie she‘ll lean over and stage whisper “Awkward…” which will always make me laugh and ruin just about any seriousness the scene had. Well, we sat down by ourselves next to the bar and after a bit, the first course arrived. We had no idea what it was. Originally, we thought it was some sort of warm soup and we weren’t too far off. It was a cold soup, that none of us had any idea what it was. I thought after a taste that it might be extra creamy mashed potatoes. After asking the waitress we found out it was cauliflower. And the bottom of it was vinaigrette that I don’t think any of us were too thrilled with. We had to dare Isis to get that far.

Next thing we were given was pizza and salad. We all looked at each other and remained silent. We were starving and still couldn’t feel our toes and couldn’t care less. We ate it for a bit before Chef Pearson came in. He told the room what they would be having and we became distressed. We wanted steak too and the other good stuff! What was the deal with the kid food? So we called Mom over and explained. She promptly took it away and talked with the server. By the time the rabbit stew came, I was moaning that we should have finished eating the pizza first- growing girls get hungry, you know..

The stew, though made up to excellence, wasn’t that different. Perhaps it’s being from the country, but it tasted a lot like homemade chicken soup to me. The pumpkin was different though, and I liked the concept of an edible bowl. I guess I expected rabbit to taste like, I don’t know, something different.

Next up were the three grilled shrimp and grits. The shrimp had barbeque sauce on them and I was used to cold shrimp, so it was very good and different. I hope to be able to force Mom to make me a plate for dinner eventually. But let it be known, I’m not a big grits fan, it looks suspiciously like barf to me. I’ve had grits before this and hadn’t liked it. I explained this to my new companions and they thought I was crazy. But I had a weapon this time; I had extra barbeque sauce left from what they put on the shrimp. I mixed that in, mashed it in, and tried a few bits. It was decent, but enough for a whole plate. I eventually got Isis to eat it because I didn’t want to send back a whole plate.

Lastly came what I had been looking forward to, my favorite food besides bread. Steak. Except, the portions were tiny. I was disappointed, but understood that my eating habits when it comes to red meat aren’t exactly normal. Mom says my capacity for red meat approaches that of a linebacker. I ate it and the asparagus that came with it. Isis couldn’t finish hers so ate the rest of that to. I kind of felt bad for forcing my grits upon her.

And that was that. Afterwards I went upstairs to hang with my friend Morgan and Isis and her sister brought up the cupcakes and truffles. Ah, now we were happy. After that was the above mentioned photo shoot in the kitchen. Chef Pearson is a very nice man, sort of like a very big cuddly bear. But when he made with the flambé action I got a little freaked out. When I made the perfectly intelligent and reasonable point that it was leaping fire and I am not a good cook, all that got me were laughs and a salad. Thus ended a very nice wedding, which should prove to my friends once and for all I can wear heels and not die, as I usually do not wear the most feminine of clothes and shoes, thank you very much.

Name: Minerva, Goddess of geeks. Age: 14 Occupation: Writing food essays, going to school and driving Mom crazy. Hobbies: Collecting quotes, petting dogs, messing up my friend's hair and annoying my Mom. Life so far: Born. Made it through middle school alive. My Favs: Ice cream, my dog, .hack , 3rd period, the Daily Show, british humor. anime, the Discovery Channel and my iPod. My Minions: my dog, Duke, Phil the Wizard Monkey of Oz, Ed Elric and Patsy Stone.

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