Waiting for My Save-the-Date
I found a new Mexican market the other night, Vallarta. I knew as soon as I walked through the doors that I was in the right place. It was like being in Mexico, if Mexico were tidied up with polished floors and no skinny and wary dogs wandering the streets.
An American market has the staples around the edges – bread, vegetables, milk, meat – and all the junk food in the center. Vallarta, like so many Mexican markets has a whole village around the edges and a jumble in the center.
Vallarta had the right edges. A bunch of different sections around the perimeter – hot deli, salsa bar, ice cream, a jewelry store, a cell phone store…it just felt right.
I only went in for one item, hibiscus flowers, to make Jamaica drink. The recipe I use is to pour about 20 oz of boiling water over 3 Tbsp flowers, a stick of cinnamon and a tablespoon of sugar. Or more sugar to taste. Steep until you remember to take the flowers and cinnamon out. Serve over ice.
Of course I had no grocery basket and a bunch of other stuff in my hands when Jim called. I dropped it all on the table of mamey sapotes (Mamey sapotes!) to talk to him.
He said he and his fiancee Leigh were planning their wedding.
“When is it?” I asked.
“Oh, October,” he said, casually.
“October THIS October?” I said, beginning to hyperventilate. He assented.
“But you can’t! I mean, have you sent invitations? Save the dates? How many people will you have? What kind of food are you going to serve? DOES SHE HAVE A DRESS?”
Jim kind of hummdy-herred along.
“NO DUDE, THIS IS SERIOUS. WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?”
“Driving back from Las Vegas.”
“NO NO NO. You should be planning your wedding RIGHT NOW.”
Then we got cut off. I suspect he may have hung up on me.
When we reconnected, he apologized. He had “forgotten” it was September and that October was only a month away and that there was no real wedding date yet.
I don’t know why I freaked out so badly. I claim not to care about weddings, but it seemed like it was in my bones. Maybe we are born with it.