This isn’t something the Damsel ever saw her grandma do. Still, it keeps with the spirit of the Old School’s purpose, because it’s a creative, new use of a basic item. In other words, use what you have. Make it something more.
The Damsel’s daughters made fresh fruit into flowers. Amazing! First, they saw a picture that looked something like this:
Because they are fearless, they said, “We could make these ourselves. We could make LOTS of these and use them for centerpieces at sprog #3’s wedding. People can eat them. It will be fun.”
The Damsel is ashamed to admit she was afraid. She was afraid they’d look funny. She was afraid people would think the centerpieces were weird and not eat them. She was also afraid people would eat them faster than they could be replenished.
The Damsel hated to forbid the daughters on the basis of her own fear. Then she got a brainwave. “Go right ahead, daughters. But first, how about making a prototype? Then we’ll see how much time it will take.” She sat back with a smug smile. She knew they would struggle to make fruit look like flowers. She knew they’d see it would be time consuming and not look like the professional version at all. They’d decide on their own that this was crazy, and it wouldn’t be the Damsel saying no. It would be their own decision.
A day or so later, sprogs #2 and #3 happily reported that the prototype turned out great, didn’t take too long, and was pretty cheap to boot. Eeek!
Pineapples were sliced, leaving their cores intact. Flower-shaped cookie cutters made this step easy. (Slightly underripe pineapple cut easier.) Cantaloupe balls formed the centers.
Placing something across the cookie cutter helped to press it down evenly.
Wedges of honeydew were cut freeform with a corrugated cutter thingy.
These were assembled on skewers with cubes of other melon types.
Statistics revealed grapes were eaten at a high percentage rate.
Orange slices, skewered. Also, strawberries. (Some people have cut an x slit in the top of the strawberry and inserted a piece of marshmallow for additional flowerishness. We didn’t.
Our sweet serving girls attended the tables throughout the evening, bringing out fresh skewers so the centerpieces stayed looking good. The Damsel’s fears were for naught.
The fruit scraps were blended up into delicious wedding punch. Waste not, want not. Grandma would have smiled.