I can hardly think of a more attention-grabbing headline than the following, from SFGate yesterday: Chef Makes Wedding Gown With Cream Puffs. I am deeply fond of cream puffs in any form (the two Beard Papa’s franchises near me, about which more in a future post, are more tempting than I can begin to tell you, and very far from compatible with the South Beach Diet). Making clothing out of cream puffs, well…talk about food porn. This garment puts the likes of edible undies utterly to shame.
So the story is this. An up-and-coming Ukrainian pastry chef by the name of Valentyn Shtefano made the gown for his bride Viktoriya. It consisted of 1,500 cream puffs attached to a wedding dress frame (the article didn’t specify how they were attached), along with a crown, bouquet, and necklace made of caramelized sugar. The whole thing weighed about 20 pounds. I presume Viktoriya was unable to sit (or dance) in the dress, but she claimed she didn’t want to take it off, and in the picture accompanying the article, she certainly looked—sorry—scrumptious. I must confess that my mind ran wild thinking about the couple’s honeymoon, and (insert your own double entendres here).
For the record, I’ve mentioned to my wife that I’d be delighted for her to dress in cream puffs whenever she wishes. It doesn’t have to be 1,500 either. I think half a dozen would do the job nicely—and besides, you know, I wouldn’t want to stray too far from my diet.
