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Now that lunchtime's schmancy canapes and gâteaux opera have long since been washed down with nebuchadnezzars of bubbly and royal wedding guests have shaken their tasteful tail feathers all night long, what's to stop imbibers from being crowned by a king-sized hangover? William and Catherine seamlessly made it through the Westminster Abbey ceremony, the carriage procession, the balcony kiss and the Queen's reception. The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have now returned the pomp and pageantry to Buckingham Palace for dinner and an after-party, where we can only hope the newlyweds and their closest friends and family are well on their way to Prince Harry's rumored "survivors' breakfast." But before the monarchs munched their way through some 10,000-odd canapés and not one, but two, wedding cakes at this afternoon's luncheon, we were able to sneak a peek at the royal spread. The wedding dress mystery has been solved, the "I will's" have been exchanged, and the much-awaited balcony kiss has been shared. After months and months of planning, William and Catherine, now known as the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge respectively, are tucked away in Buckingham Palace with around 650 guests for a lunchtime reception hosted by Her Majesty the Queen. Guests at the wedding reception will sip on Pol Roger NV Brut Réserve Champagne and nibble on a selection of canapés, including: 5@5 is a daily, food-related list from chefs, writers, political pundits, musicians, actors, and all manner of opinionated people from around the globe. Blimey! With all the recent “I do” hullabaloo, it's a bit surreal that the royal nuptials are finally happening. And because scrambling at four in the morning for party supplies sounds like a positively dodgy idea, we've enlisted our very own British expat to teach us colonials how to properly celebrate. Penny Bradley is the co-owner of LYON in New York City and, conveniently enough, Yorkshire-born. Five Ways to Celebrate the Royal Wedding in True British Style: Penny Bradley Everybody must get sconed - including Her Majesty the Queen. Queen Elizabeth's Drop Scones Four and a half years ago, my husband Douglas and I plighted our troth with infinitely less fanfare, but arguably as much ardor as the couple slated to take the royal plunge on Friday. Little of our ceremony was traditional. I wore 64 yards of red tulle with black flames climbing up it and our Irish Wolfhound escorted me down the aisle. My groom had drawn heavily upon his theater tech and direction background to light, score and choreograph the proceedings - not to mention spending well over a decade converting the deconsecrated Episcopal church itself into our home. The ceremony was highly reflective of who we are as individuals and as a united force - all the way down to the readings. One dear friend selected a Frank O'Hara poem, my father gave a speech on the importance of ethics in a marriage, a friend and sister shared passages from Jane Eyre and then one of the finest food writers in the country instructed us eat cheese together. The whole "royal taster" thing? Total myth, it turns out, and Prince Charles is a hardcore locaganivore. Who knew? Previously – Everybody must get sconed See more from Piers Morgan and catch up on all Royal Wedding coverage at the Unveiled Blog Previously – Everybody must get sconed See more from Joy Behar and catch up on all Royal Wedding coverage at the Unveiled Blog Folks all over the globe are getting wacky with the Royal Wedding watching plans, and we were busy being all impressed with ourselves for not much giving a hoot. Until, that is, we got a gander at the Bazooka Candy Limited Edition Royal Ring Pop that, for reasons incomprehensible even to our royal therapist, released our inner tchotchke Gollum. We're not made of stone, folks (and, uh, neither is the ring, which is not edible, but rather Swarovski-blinged) and suddenly, we're all commemorative press-nails this and creepy cheese William and Kate pizza that. But most of all? Scones. |
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