I'm not much of a cake person. When I go to weddings, I'm not one of those people hovering around the cakes until the bride and groom cut into them. Cake is something I can live without.
Pie? Did someone say pie? Where? I can't resist a pie of any sort.
But when it's your wedding cake, you really want to eat a big fat slice of it and then move on to having a big fat slice of the groom's cake, too. You'll never plan so much over a cake in your life and actually eat so little. How unfortunate that you only get one small wedge of each. But, it's really all for the best. It would have been an evening of very shallow breathing. There just wasn't room for me and cake underneath all that lace.
The wedding cake was very traditional.
But then there was the groom's cake.
Holy crapamoly! This cake was divine ... and a gift from a friend of Ty's parents, Marie. She had never made a groom's cake before, so she researched and made us a sample cake to make sure we liked it. Ummm .... yeah, this cake changes everything I ever believed about cake. I never knew you could do THAT with cake.
Marie even surprised us with another gift at our rehearsal dinner - a strawberry cake for dessert! It was the best cake I've ever tasted, a little slice of strawberry heaven.
Yesterday morning, I was taking some chicken spaghetti out of the deep freezer and spotted a storage ziplock with the words "Strawberry Cake" written in black marker. Could it be? How had I over looked this for all this time?
I put it in the fridge to thaw, and after dinner last night, without mentioning a word to Ty, I pulled it out of the fridge and unwrapped it. He was so excited to walk into the kitchen and see two slices of Marie's cake. There was naturally some discourse regarding who's piece was bigger. And then we agreed to disagree and silently enjoyed our strawberry cake with two glasses of milk.
Best. Cake. Ever.