Warning: if you hate, hate, HATE grainy, low-quality photos, it’s best you skip this post. Also, I know, it’s not really “sheep” related, but I couldn’t resist the title.
After I had a glorious half-hour massage, I hopped in the car with MC Chupacabra and we headed to the park in front of the Hunter Valley Gardens. It was dinnertime! And what was for dinner? Well, this:
You see, when I introduced Mr. Big to my family, I told him he needed to try something called “sate” (said, “satay,” which is basically what it is). He told me that barbecues at his parents’ house usually resulted in burnt, unsavoury meat, so he tended to avoid barbecues like the plague. When he found out sate was basically barbecued (well, realistically, charcoaled) meat, he didn’t want to try it. I convinced him otherwise. The moment he ate the succulent meat off the skewer, he was hooked.
So it was no surprise that when I proposed that we have a big dinner on the Saturday before we get married, he suggested a sate dinner—it would be an homage to my Indonesian heritage, and his Kiwi friends would be able to try it. I was aboard, but it all depended on my parents. They’re the “sate experts.” Mama Bighorn was uncomfortable with the idea. It’d be too much work before the day, and Mr. Big and I could understand it. We told her it was no problem, and we could just go to a pub. Papa Bighorn was all aboard, however, and managed to persuade her otherwise. Unfortunately, Papa Bighorn’s eyes are bigger than his stomach.
Guys, he made over 3,000 skewers.
ALL THE MEAT / Screenshots taken from a video by Family Friend T
(Plus side: if anyone wants to come over for a sate dinner, we have heaps of extras!)
The dinner started out relatively…well, disastrous. The sate hadn’t thawed, and by the time the guests started trickling in, nothing was cooked.
Papa Bighorn and Family Friend A thawing the meat out / Photos taken by Family Friend T
While I welcomed people, Mr. Big was trying to get everything sorted with Papa Bighorn. Finally, when the meat did thaw, the thawed-meat-to-cooked-meat ratio was out of whack.
Mama Bighorn and MoH M&Ms. You can see why the cooking would take so long! We had about three or four of those grills going at once.
Honestly, the whole dinner was logistically screwed from the beginning. When the meat did get cooking, though, we had so many people at the burners ready to grab some meat:
By the end, everyone was well fed. There was a lot of mingling happening as well.
Mr. Big and I also took the time to give our parents their gifts. For Papa Bighorn, we got him a premium engraved barbecue knife set (including two dollars attached to the knife, you know…just because).
For Mama Bighorn we got her a bottle of Lancôme Trésor Midnight Rose:
Image via Lancôme Paris website
Mumma Big got an Elizabeth Arden’s Green Tea gift set:
Elizabeth Arden Green Tea gift set / Image via cheap-perfume.uk
And finally, De Papa Big got a wine gift box, with a wooden case to hold a wine bottle in and tools:
It looked similar to this, but I couldn’t find the one we actually chose. / Image via Dan Murphy’s
We also cooked the meat off so that it would be easier to ship back without the fear of the meat going “off.” And we were met with a spectacular sundown.
I can’t show you the sundown, because it was on my phone. But what I can show you is this awesome shot by The Don of the view from the ceremony location. Isn’t it wonderful?
At the end of the dinner, I packed up my bags from the villa Mr. Big and I were sharing, kissed Mr. Big goodbye, and held him for what felt like the longest time, before settling in with my girls at my parents’ villa. But that’s for another post!
Anyone else met with an unexpected logistical nightmare?
[All photos taken by The Don, unless otherwise stated.]
Missed a recap post? Catch up here!
- Laugh, weep, and celebrate with us by watching our wedding video.
- I am a delegating ninja! (I’m really not.)
- We have a “nice” morning of Car-Tetris fun!
- I tell you guys about the frenzy that is the lead-up to our wedding day.
- We practice walking and talking.