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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

it's cake

I freaking LOVE cake.
We had a chocolate chip pound cake at our wedding. It was really good. We saved the top and wrapped it like bomb shelter tight and 6 months after our wedding we cut it and ate half. We saved the other half for our 1 year anniversary. I heard it used to be saved for either the anniversary or Christening of the first born baby, whichever came first. In the 19th century, people cranked out babies before the cake had a chance to get stale though right? Hah! and what about this? Romans used to bake little wheat cakes and sprinkle them over the bride's head to symbolize prosperity and fertility. How that evolved into 7 tiered elegance is among my research topics!
Anyway, my mom did an awesome job wrapping our cake top so it was almost as good as the year before. People will tell you it isn't possible but I'm willing to argue.
I'm writing about cake because I just got home from Shop Rite at close to 12am and can't think of much else but cake and that commercial where the guy yells "you can eat cake". Was that for Entenmann's? There's another word I can never spell without google, Entenmanns,  just like restaurant. Sorry, back to cake.
I see a lot of cake smashing and, whatever, if that's what you want to do, do it. I don't like it much especially since a woman looked at one of my photos of a smashfest and said "Don't they know? It's all about trust." Not sure if that's really where feeding each other originated but this woman told me that feeding one another cake was a test to see how well the other can be trusted. So, in my personal opinion, a little on the nose, keep 'em on his toes, like it?
Hold on, more interesting cake talk. Did you ever hear of the tradition that if a single person puts a piece of wedding cake under their pillow they will dream of the person they are going to marry? I love fortune telling stuff. Try it! Please tell me if it works. I think it's ok to wrap it in paper or a box or something because if not, that's gross.
Maybe that's where the little printed wax papers came from but I still don't understand spending all that money on a cake and then packing it up in a doggy bag.
I like this too, the order of service. Cutting the cake is supposed to be symbolic of the willingness to share a household. The groom feeds the bride, the bride feeds the groom and then they cut pieces for their parents and serve them. I think that's nice, respectful. I like honoring the parents as much as possible. The waitstaff takes care of everyone else.
If you have cake stories, share!!!

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