
I have spent the last 20 some-odd years raising my daughters to be confident women, independent both financially and personally, and motivated enough to want (and to work for) at least what their Father and I have been able to provide—and hopefully much more. I think that's what most Moms want for their children.
My oldest daughter graduated from Southwest Texas State in 2006 and became a middle school math teacher. This is probably the last career I would have ever guessed this child would have chosen. But I suppose I only knew my daughter as my child and not really as the person she had become while she attended school and lived away from our home.
Steph was on the "6-year" plan—it being SWT and all—but she finished and along the way she found a young man. So the 6 years went something like this…
- Graduate high school
- Party down first year of college—ah, life in the dorm—Mom and Dad say "now you get to help pay"
- Move into apartment with female roommate
- Migrate to apartment with male roommate
- Graduate college—still with male roommate
- Get teaching job—still with male roommate
- Call your Mom in September of '07 and tell her we're getting married January 3rd in Vegas!
Keep in mind it's September, we're not made out of money, the clock is ticking and I'm saying to her, "Oh, honey, you're [
not] really getting married—at the Garden of Love wedding Chapel? And, you're [
not] really wearing a white, [
internet]
bridesmaid's dress instead of a real wedding gown?"
[What actually came out of my mouth were my edited thoughts for our relationship's sake.]
Now you must understand that my oldest daughter likes simplicity and plainness. That is her style. She has also always been my penny-wise child and to her a wedding dress for a hundred bucks was a real find. She was trying to be considerate and frugal, but what about my dream? Come on, only 4 months to plan (and pay for) a wedding?
After I vented and caught my breath, I managed to convince her that she really
did want to get married in a nicer wedding chapel facility—
for her grandparents' sake you know—and promptly showed her beautiful photos of the Las Vegas Flamingo Hotel's chapel and gardens. Guilt is a beautiful thing when used sparingly and appropriately. So, the minute she agreed that she really did like it better, I immediately got on the horn and called the Flamingo to put down the deposit—then we went shopping for a veil to match her
bridesmaid's wedding dress. . .
A Bride's Veil A Short Story from the Mother of the Bride (MOB)Pouf and sparkle flourished as we entered David's Bridal to look for a veil—to match her
bridesmaid's wedding dress. It was a triumph just to get her into a bridal shop. Remember simplicity and plainness. But we were there and headed straight for the veils…which were, of course, next to the tiaras…which were behind and through wave after wave of white and ivory billowy dresses. We passed by several brides-to-be, mothers and bridesmaids laughing and oohing over their choices. With cameras clicking and flashes like disco strobe lights the MOB's photographed their little princess's fittings. I suddenly realized that I only had my little cell phone camera for our impromptu outing.
We quickly found a veil that would probably match her
internet bridesmaid's wedding dress, and then she spotted the tiaras. "Would you like to just try it on for grins?" I asked. "Sure, why not, we're here." she said noncommittally. The moment the combs locked into her long blond hair and she saw herself in the mirror, it was decided that she was a queen and not a princess. We ended up with the biggest, most sparkly and expensive tiara in the case. We were finished shopping and about to leave. I panicked. I needed just a little more time. . .
"Are you sure you don't want to just try on a wedding dress while we're here?" I asked. "Sure, but nothing huge and poufy and no sparkles." she said. So I headed for the size 4's and found the sleekest, ivory halter wedding dress I could find—it did have a few beads but nothing outrageous.
As she walked out of the dressing room, jeans and t-shirt piled on the floor behind her, she breathed out, "Oh, Mom, I love this dress." "I'll buy it for you honey." I responded, as the attendants quickly guided her to a pedestal in front of a full-length mirror and brought over shoes jewelry and new veil options to try on with her queen's tiara and real wedding dress.
The End
Anyway, the wedding at the Las Vegas Flamingo Hotel's wedding chapel was beautiful. Our wedding coordinator Madelaine was great as was all of the staff. Our guests honored us by attending and enjoyed everything Vegas had to offer along with a beautiful wedding. So don't panic if your child springs it on you—there's always Las Vegas—where you can get almost anything you need at a moments notice, any time of the day or night.
Yes, we did drink lots of wine and champagne. Mostly the old standbys like 7 Deadly Zins Zinfandel and a couple of Spanish wines that I can't remember, and the video poker machines and three-card poker and craps tables sucked up our Christmas money and end-of-year bonuses, but we had a great time.
If you are a fan of Zin, then 7 Deadly is a must try and usually runs in the mid-$$ range. This is a big red wine, usually very jammy. We drink what we like with most things and this wine is no exception to that rule. But if you must pair it, I suggest a good ribeye or tenderloin with risotto and something green thrown in for good measure. You can make a reduction sauce with the steak pan drippings, shallots, Zin and a little butter to finish it off--perfect. A simple recipe is included below.
My Pricing Scale:
$=under $10
$$=$10 - $19
$$$=$20-$35
$$$$=we don't go there
Tenderloin Filets
2 Prime Beef Tenderloin Filets - 1.5 to 2 inch thickness
Salt
Pepper - fresh cracked
2 Tbs Butter
1 Tbs Olive Oil
Take your steaks out of the refrigerator (covered) at least 20 minutes prior to cooking and bring to room temperature.
Preheat oven to 475 degrees. Season steaks with salt and pepper to taste. Heat the olive oil and butter in an oven safe skillet (I use stainless steel)on med-hi heat. When your pan is almost smoking hot, place steaks in pan and let sear without flipping for 1-2 minutes, then flip and sear for another 1-2 minutes to form a nice crust and get some good color. Remove pan from stove and place in 475 degree oven for about
5-6 minutes for a med rare-steak or 7-9 minutes for medium.
Remove from oven and set steaks aside on a plate to rest. Don't through out the all of the fat! See the Zin Reduction recipe below for a great steak sauce.
Zin Reduction
2 Shallots
1 clove garlic (optional)
1/2 - 3/4 cup Red wine (Zin)
2 tbs butter (the real thing please)
After finishing the steaks and setting them aside to rest, have your spouse pour you another glass of wine so you can start the sauce! Tongs in one hand and a glass of wine in the other is how I like to cook.
Saute 1-2 minced shallots (you can use red onion instead and add minced garlic if you like). Medium hi heat is fine, remember your pan is already hot. Season with a pinch of kosher salt and fresh cracked pepper. When the shallots are tender, crank up the heat and pour about 1/2 to 3/4 cup of Zin in the pan and let it reduce to about 1/4 to 1/3 cup. Shut off the heat and wisk in about 2 tbs of butter. Pour over the steaks and enjoy.