Italian Wedding Soup January 30, 2007
Posted by spacemom in : Life...otherwise , 1 comment so farAfter a nice workout, I am eating lunch at my desk, catch up on blogs and eating Italian Wedding Soup.
There is a story here:
Shortly after moving to the Boston area, I discovered Italian Wedding soup. Oh my. I love it! The thick chicken stock, the tender pasta and the meatballs! Every time the local deli had it, I got it. As we were planning our wedding, we got to the fateful day of MEAL PLANNING.
The wedding was being held at a wedding factory near Cleveland. Jay and I were there with both families, discussing the meal. My mom and MIL have, shall we say, differing tastes in food.(Read polar opposites).
The planner was describing each dish to the parents as I took notes.
Mom wanted the beef, MIL wanted the chicken; that’s easy, offer both.
MIL wanted an appetizer, Mom wanted salad: salad.
Mom wanted steamed veggies, MIL wanted sauteed: steamed
But then the soup: A creamed squash soup, a tomato soup or an Italian wedding soup.
The women started to weigh in their opinions.Of course, MIL wanted the squash, mom wanted to tomato.
I put a stop to it. No, we are having the Italian wedding soup.
A few protests for each side, but no, we were having the Italian Wedding Soup.
Flash forward about 3 months at the actual wedding reception.
We ate our salads and then the staff came up to us to ask for our main course. I asked "what about the soup?"
The head waiter pales and rushes away. He returns in 3 minutes horrified. "We see that you ordered the soup, but it was not prepared!"
I was devastated.
He makes apologies and rushes back to the organizer to discuss something. Five minutes later he returns.
To my father he asks,"Did you order the beef or the chicken, sir?" Dad, deadpan, replied "The lobster." The poor head waiter nearly passed out knowing there were no lobsters prepared. Fortunately, dad didn’t make him suffer too long.
I will always remember how dad made the dinner that much more fun even without my soup!
