Judy’s been in the kitchen these crazy weeks

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written my column (apologies for the reprints), but I was busy planning an aufruf, catering the Friday night dinner, working on the seating for the wedding and then changing the tables as guests cancelled or decided they could make it after they replied that they couldn’t. Oh, and did I mention that my caterer and dear friend thought I should bake the desserts for the wedding. He thought my guests would expect me to, I told him they would think I’m crazy. I baked them, and won; my friends thought I was crazy!

I had to swear my friends to secrecy, not to mention the desserts to my sister. You see, she is always looking out for me and if she got wind that I was baking the desserts she would call me every day a few times a day till I would change my mind. She wanted to make sure I was rested for the big day. So each time she called to see how I was doing, I never let her know that in fact I was at the caterer’s facility baking, the entire week before the wedding up till Friday before Shabbat. To say she was surprised to find out that the desserts that they served were actually mine and didn’t just look exactly like mine was an understatement.

Along with all the details, fittings and planning, a great deal of time was spent on the internet, checking the weather for the big day. Starting 30 days before, I checked the weather a few times a day. When we were a week away, I checked every hour and the night before, let’s just say I realized they change the forecast every ten minutes. 

The weather a month before was forecast as cloudy with thunderstorms in the 60’s. Two weeks before sunny in the 80’s. It changed every day, a few times a day. In the end up to four hours before the chuppah, they had rain in the forecast. In the end the humidity broke, it was sunny and that outdoor chuppah looking onto the Long Island Sound that we had hoped for became a reality. So much for weather forecasts, remind me when my next kid gets married,