I’m in the process of planning a wedding shower.
One of the most important elements of any well planned party, regardless of the theme, is food.
People like to get their grub on.
Sadly, me making the food for this shindig with my own two hands is not only a bad idea, it’s a really freaking, ridiculously bad idea.
People want to enjoy themselves, and looking at a bunch of badly constructed crepes that I force them to eat because I. Worked. HARD. On them. Won’t be enjoyable. Not for anyone.
So, in an effort to save my sanity and that of the guests, we’ve decided to cater the food. And by cater I basically mean just buying it online and in local shops.
That way we know it will be pretty and tasty.
As I’m searching for options to ensure edible happiness, I’ve discovered a ton of really cool online food delivery options that are capable of supplying the most delicious food stuffs for pretty much any event.
Or just because you don’t want to cook dinner tonight.
Foody Direct, one such supplier, is top of my list for places to get restaurant direct and specialty foods.
They are a one-stop-shop for food lovers to enjoy tasty options from some of the best gourmet and regionally well-known restaurants on the planet. And, by planet, I mean the United States.
I like to consider them for-someone-special-who-deserves-a-treat (and yeah, “someone special” can totally be yourself) suppliers.
Like if your husband’s team made it to the playoffs (fingers crossed Niners!) and you’re having a celebration tailgate-in-your-living-room-because-you-live-as-far-as-possible-from-Candlestick-Park, BBQ from Tennessee would be the perfect treat for your mouth. You can get stuff like that no matter where you live in the US via Foody Direct. So crab cakes from Maryland, or pizza from Detroit (yep, they have their own style too), or chocolate from New York, you can get all of that, and tons more, straight from their kitchen to your belly (via Fed Ex of course) courtesy of Foody Direct.
Since DudeDad is a major fan of BBQ, I ordered him two racks of the loin back ribs from Central BBQ in Memphis, TN (in case the Niners don’t make the playoffs and we don’t get to have a living room tailgate celebration). Seriously, had to wrestle the man for a piece.
For dessert, I picked out an apple pie from the Grand Traverse Pie Company. I hid it from DudeDad for two days before I let him have a piece. I finally broke on the first day of the furlough and let him indulge. Only way I could think of to take his mind off of the horror. The Dudes still don’t know about it.
Want to win a pie of your own straight from the Grand Traverse peeps? I hear the cheery pie is to die for and I can vouch for the apple first hand. It’s pretty frickin’ amazeballs, and you know I don’t say stuff like that unless I mean it.
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*We received complimentary food samples from Foody Direct for the purposes of this review. They didn’t tell us to fight like wolves over it, we did that because we’re crazy.