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There was a rumour going around the wedding that the reason there weren’t enough meatballs for grandma was the photographer, who took a fully loaded plate off to some dark corner.

My favorite food was the sundae bar, of course, where I laid bare the destruction of the Butterfinger bowl.

The next day we went to brunch at Andrea’s Aunt Christine and Uncle Buff’s. I had a frittata and most important, homemade brownies from the Carney side of the family.