Wedding Cake For Breakfast (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
So do cakes that are as tall as me and cost more than my first car. Don’t get me started about billowy white dresses that make people weep into handkerchiefs one day and then end up hanging for time immemorial in the back of closets the next. There. I said it. I’m cynical about weddings when people in the world go daily without nourishing food, clean water, and sturdy roofs over their heads. How much does the average wedding cost? Five thousand? Ten thousand? Twenty? Any of those figures is an awfully high price to pay for ceremony, and yet I am a married woman and was, technically, a bride in 2006. I didn’t grow up dreaming of becoming a bride, as you may have guessed. I grew up sticking my feet in the muddy creek behind my father’s farm in Wisconsin. I played with barn cats. I swam. I caught fish. I even read a few books in the hammock while my brother taunted me with branches from pricker bushes. I was a tomboy, and if you must know the truth, when I was three, I refused to be a flower girl in my father and stepmother’s winter wedding because apparently, to me, the dress looked like curtains.
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