You might remember our wedding cake:
and how we painstakingly picked out the flavors (vanilla pound cake with blackberries, lime yellow cake with strawberries, and chocolate/chocolate/chocolate/raspberry for the top tier). The ruling was, serve all the cake! Let them have their cake (and open bar) and eat it too, duh. Why save anything when our guests want to stuff their faces with yummy cake? I also promised to eat the heck outta that cake, and oh yeah I didn’t do much eating that night.
But anyways, you can imagine our surprise the next day when we returned to the venue to collect intentionally left items, and our venue rep told us not to forget the cake in the freezer. Cake in the freezer? But why? The caterer told us not to save the cake, that they would happily whip up another “top tier” for us a year later. So whatever, we had cake! We took home the top tier (chocolate! YES!) and stashed it in our freezer for a year.
Fast forward to June 21, 2012 (we were at the beach for our actually anni, 6/19).
Hello seemingly giant refrigerator with PITA (pain in the arse) pull out freezer basket drawer thingy that everything falls behind and I curse, daily.
Hello overstuffed freezer basket drawer (probably the reason things fall behind).
And yes I love Trader Joes.
But what’s that?! No, not the froyo. Look for the UFO shaped object covered with aluminum foil and taking up precious space in our stupid freezer. I see it!
We figured after saving it for an entire year, we might as well defrost and eat it,
or try to eat it!
As I shared on Instagram, it didn’t look very good, but….
it honestly tasted great!
And now there’s none left!
So the moral of the story? Go ahead and freeze your wedding cake for your first anniversary. There’s no harm in trying, and then stuffing your face!
Did you save your wedding cake (or try), or do you think you will?
first awesome picture by Studio Juno, all other “normal” pics by me
Living in our nation's capital allows me to learn something new every day. So does teaching 2nd graders. My nose piercing and tattoos keep me from normalcy, while my job and religion keep me grounded.
