Indeed, the frozen cake was still chillin' (heh) in my parent's deep freeze, so on our next trip back to Tennessee, we retrieved it. It was wrapped up in a cardboard box, and then sealed in a generous helping of plastic wrap.
After letting it fully thaw on the kitchen table for a couple of days, I opened it with giddy anticipation. Besides the bite I had for the pictures, I didn't eat any of my own wedding cake. I have heard that this is often the case with large weddings. The couple that experiences the least of the ceremony is the bridal couple. Anyway, I was told it was delicious. The top layer was red velvet cake. Come to me, fruits (cakes?) of my labor to love and cherish the adorable Patto till death do us part!
Opened at last! Here it is!
Oh. Ewwwwwwww. I... I don't even know what happened here. I can see that the icing walls have fallen off (probably due to some scientific principle about the freezing method of icing. Mom?), and I know that the large and ugly gash on the top is from where our little cake topper sat, but... This thing is hideous.
Nevertheless, I cut a small triangle and ate it. Mmmmm, stale red velvet cake. But it tasted like it might have been delicious.
Last year.
Oh, well. That ruins my vision of candlelight, champagne and feeding each other little bits of red velvet without the photographer pushing in to rearrange us. But ever the trooper, I will press on. Maybe the next time I'm in Tennessee, I will just buy a little cake from my baker, fresh, and eat it right then.
Oh, and special shout-out to my sister, who planned to eat her cake top for her FIFTH anniversary, to occur in April, 2008. Might not want Tony to read this post...
2 comments:
Poor baby! I can't tell you why it lost it's side icing. It might have been the heavy amounts of icing or Dad bringing it home at 2 a.m. that night (like a basketball???) or it was unhappy about leaving Tennessee. But I can tell you that if you dampen a paper towel, wrap the slice of cake in it and then microwave it for 10-15 seconds, wah-lah! like-new cake. (Or, just come home and we'll get you a new one!)
Hmmm.. while I've long heard of this tradition of eating cake a year later, I can't say I've ever thought it to be a particularly good idea. Sweet, but eating something a year old? I have my uncertainties. The cake was good though. And here's a thought... are there any sort of traditions linked with not getting your wedding photos until after the one year anniversary? I mean, I'm just saying... haha.
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