Well, I'm off to a friend's wedding today. I was asked to make the top tier of the wedding cake, and handed it off yesterday. I only had to bake and frost the one layer, because the rest of the tiers are cup cakes, which another of my sisters is making. She sent me some pictures of them in mid-production: I didn't even have to really decorate the cake other than pipe borders on it, because a third person is making fondant flowers to go on the cupcakes and for the top of the cake too, so that they match. Once the cake was off my hands, I figured that my duty was done and I could go to the wedding with a carefree heart. Alas, it was not to be. My sister (who is also the maid of honour) texted to inform me that one of the volunteers supposedly preparing the food between the wedding and the reception had unexpectedly dropped out. My dear sister assured the panicky bride that I wouldn't mind stepping in and putting salads, etc. together. Sigh. I don't really mind, but it means I'll have to miss the pictures being taken of the wedding party which, again, I wouldn't mind except that they're being taken at the Dingle, which I haven't been to in quite a while. I was looking forward to being there again and wandering off while the photographs were being taken. The Dingle is officially named the Sir Sandford Fleming Park, after the man who donated the 95 acres to the people of Halifax. For those who don't know, Sandford Fleming was a Scottish Canadian engineer who designed the Intercontinental Railway and the Canadian Pacific Railway. In his spare time, he established the standard time zones, designed Canada's first postage stamp, and helped found the Royal Society of Canada. Fleming kept a summer estate on Halifax's Northwest Arm which he called The Dingle (a dingle is a wooded valley). He donated the land to Halifax in 1908, but everyone still calls it The Dingle despite the official name change. The centerpiece of the park is the Dingle Tower, which was built in 1912 and has two lovely stone lions flanking the entrance. As I said, I don't realy mind helping with the reception. I just hope it's not like my sister's wedding a few years ago when the church lady who was heading up the food prep for the reception went on a power trip and was ordering everyone about like a sergeant major. A little of that goes a long way. Hopefully not a sign of things to come, but here's a scene from the 1991 movie Father Of The Bride, starring Steve Martin. Which is, of course, a remake of the 1950 film Father Of The Bride starring Spencer Tracy.
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