Today’s quick post is all about those trashy things you secretly love and hide from others, whether it is Twinkies, National Inquirer like magazines or in my case, a new show on Foodnetwork called Bama Glama.
Like all guilty pleasures, I accidentally fell into this one. Flicking through the channels, I saw this white southern goth guy talking ’bout ‘his brides” and how he takes care of his “brides”. Now my mind immediately leapt to “sister wife” conclusions but I couldn’t have been more wrong. The guy turns out to be Scot Wedgeworth, a southern wedding planner based out of Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and “his brides” are his clients.
Here is the blurb from Foodnetwork: “Friday nights on Food Network are about to get a little more fabulous. From incredible food to lush floral arrangements, Alabama event designer Scot Wedgeworth creates one-of-a-kind events in“Bama Glama”, a six-episode original series premiering Friday, December 16 at 8p.m. Eastern/7p.m. Central. With his signature edgy flair, unfiltered sense of humor and volatile team, Scot makes every wedding, birthday party and reception an over-the-top affair.”
From Episode1 it is clear that no one, including Scott, his assistants, caterers, have watched the very network they are appearing on, as his “over the top” decorations and food are strictly southern Baptist circa 1970 (as familiar as I am with my cousins, aunts, uncles etc from Georgia and Alabama).
Whether they are coming up with a potato bar (mashed potatoes in martini glasses with little marshmallows as olive stand-ins) or lemonade stand at the reception, the OMG moments flow fast and furious. The bride wants cupcakes instead of a cake at the wedding? OMG, the caterer doesn’t know what to do (see Cupcake Wars I would recommend). But she comes up with white cupcakes in a floral paper cup! Nope never been done before. And Scott’s floral arrangments? Look the same in every show, except of course, with the roses and corn specialty he created. It had a row of corn standing up surrounded by a row of roses. I can’t make these things up. I giggled for minutes.
If I had a recommendation (and one I would have followed when I was in college) is that this be viewed along with shots of tequila. One snort/giggle=a shot. The party would be rolling pretty quick. Last night the menu was mashed potatoes with a sprig of parsley in the middle, overcooked green beans with huge hunks of ham in a peculiar lavender color floating on top, and squares of chicken with white gravy in a bowl. And the caterer was horrified that the bride wanted a corn dish because that would be tacky. God, I love this show.