I felt very unstressed on my wedding day. I’m very grateful for that… spending the day on my own, being super quiet and happy and just puttering around doing my own thing.
All the information you could want is constantly streaming at you like a runaway truck – books, newspaper stories, Web sites, apps, how-to videos, this article you’re reading, even entire magazines devoted to single subjects like charcuterie or wedding cakes or pickles.
I hadn’t been in Vegas 20 minutes when I got word that the bookmakers were offering three to one that Frank wouldn’t show for my wedding.
I have a crusade against fondant, also shortening. There’s no reason why wedding cakes can’t taste good if you know what you’re doing.