As my readers can tell by now, I am not a traditional bride. I am just a plain old American marrying a plain old Canadian. Together, we are a very boring couple that holds no spiritual principles or rituals dear to our hearts. Our families don’t have any grand history of tradition and the only things that have been passed on for generations are alcohol abuse and poverty.
Nevertheless, I became interested in learning about various wedding traditions to see if there was a way I could give our wedding reception some meaning.
In Sudan, couples celebrate their wedding day with an egg breaking ceremony. The groom breaks an egg to symbolize a promise to give the wife a child. Now I don’t know about anyone else, but I think baby talk is a heavy conversation to have over a plate of raw eggs. Instead, we can use the eggs for a relay race. The venue can provide the spoons.
Or, we could go the Scandinavian route where the groom sews a sachet of herbs including garlic, rosemary and chives into his clothes. This, I am told, is done for good luck. But we’re not superstitious and pungent herbs really aren’t my thing. Instead, Sebastien can fill his pants with poutine, the traditional Canadian dish made of fries, cheese curds and gravy. That way he’ll always remember our wedding reception with fondness and warmth.