The things I'll do for a good alliteration..
So I went to my first Italian wedding this weekend, and I don't think anything could have prepared me for the massive amounts of food, wine and love. It was Constantine's cousin's wedding to another Italian so it was a double-feature of incredible proportions. Let me give you a brief run-through of the day:
- Pre-wedding Brunch
- Ceremony
- Post Ceremony Lunch
- Reception - this made up of an antipasti buffet, six-course meal and sweet table.
Sensing a trend? There was enough food there to last me the year! And what meals there were; antipasti of fresh cheeses and delicious grapes, homemade sweets, every variety of cured italian meat, fresh roasted lamb; a main meal of seafood risotto, truffle pasta, veal and lobster tail and finally a sweet table laden with such decadence that I had to avert my eyes in order to avoid the temptation of Death-by-Gluten (but oh how worthwhile it would have been!)
I nibbled and tasted my way through what courses I was able to eat, but I was almost thankful for my various intolerances as they kept me light on my feet for an epic, epic night of crazy dancing.
The bride was beautiful, of course. There's nothing more significant to me than the expression on the groom's face when he sees his bride for the first time. There's no time for composure in that split second, instead I treasure the awe and overwhelming gratefulness that I have seen in some grooms' faces; the expression that reads: You're mine. I can't believe you've chosen me.
After dinner, fueled by excessive glasses of mulled wine (I LOVE the idea of a winter wedding, by the way, I'll include a recipe for this at the end of this post), martinis and endless glasses of champagne, I was all over the dancing with Constantine and his family. I don't think I've ever had so much fun on a dance floor. You should of seen the Zios and Nonos strutting about with their wives. The band played one song in particular several times and it was met with the bounciest dancing I've ever seen. I went online for the lyrics and found them just as charming as the people dancing to them:
♬♪
Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Let's fly way up to the clouds
Away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like bird of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Volare, oh oh
E contare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai piu
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
Volare, oh oh
E contare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu
E volavo, volavo felice piu in alto del sole ed ancora piu su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiu
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, oh oh
E cantare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Nel blu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu
♬♪
Charmed? Skip past this paragraph if the beginning of this post was too cheesy to stomach, I'll make up for it with a recipe for that wine in just a minute.
What if I told you that while we were dancing, Constantine was whispering to me. He was telling me how much he loved me and giving me the tenderest kisses you can imagine. When I'd be near him he'd reach for me for a just a second to touch my arm or my hand. Sometimes, when I'd be talking to one of his (wonderful, hilarious, desperately Italian) family members, he'd pause to kiss my shoulder as he walked by. His grandparents exchanged smiles every time they saw us, and countless people asked us if "we were next." This of course is going to be a long time coming considering we are fledgeling adults still struggling through university. I'm not worried about what will happen between now and then, however. They say there comes a time when you know you're with 'the one'. I know now that I'll spend many dreams imagining the look on his face when it's my turn to walk down the aisle.
-end cheese-
Alright, alright. Thank you for bearing with me. Weddings are such an emotionally-charged event that I'm still in a swoony state of mind. Days later I'm still finding myself on a furtive
hunt for pictures of beautiful brides and their engagement rings. This is one of the many reasons why I'm pleased that Constantine doesn't read this blog. The idea of my looking at diamonds could be a little intimidating. Of course, who doesn't do this from time to time? It's not a desperate, overly-romantic indulgence at all. And besides.. it's not like I have a particular setting in mind.. ^~(Just in case you were wondering, that there is my absolute favorite: a pear shaped diamond with two baguettes set in platinum. Not that you were indulging in my guilty pleasure yourself, tee-hee.)
Alright, so now that you've feasted your eyes on a recipe-less description of incredible food, consumed an alarming amount of virtual cheesiness while I waxed on about my love for love, and finally observed my private (secret) love for all things wedding, I think you've earned the recipe for the delicious mulled wine we enjoyed at the reception.
Aromatic Mulled Wine
This made my loft smell like Christmas all day (: It'll remind me of the wedding every time I take a soul-soothing sip.
Ingredients
- 1 bottle of fruity red wine
- 1 cup of sugar
- 1/2 cup of brandy ^~
- 1/2 cup of water
- 2 large oranges, thinly sliced
- 1 large lemon, thinly sliced
- 2 apples, cored, peeled and thinly sliced.
- 1/3 cup of raisins
- 2-3 cinnamon sticks
- 4-6 cloves, whole
- pinch of nutmeg
Preparation (easy!)

- Place all ingredients into a saucepan over low heat and simmer, stirring occasionally. Your wine is ready to enjoy when the sugar has dissolved and the rich liquid releases it's deliciously wintery smell.
- If you're expecting friends and family for dinner, I suggest that you prepare this so that it is piping hot and fresh when they walk through the door.
- Serve in a clear glass with a twist of orange peel for garnish. {photo courtesy of odelicious.com}
Oh, my goodness - Enjoy. I think I'm going to have a glass myself!
❤ Miss