Today, marks my first wedding anniversary and as I sit and reflect on one of the most memorable days of my life, I can’t help but think,”Who ate my wedding cake?”
No seriously, who ate it? You see my wedding was nothing close to traditional, (you can read more about it here), and by the time we got around to cutting our cake there was a big slice of it already missing. Gone, never to return. No note at least to say, sorry guys I was hungry or couldn’t wait, I love cake! Nothing. Zilch. Nada! Just an empty space where chocolaty deliciousness used to be.
Perhaps it was my fault for not having our topper on the cake, or for not having a cake bodyguard, which I highly recommend. Can you imagine some big burly guy dressed in black like the security at a club giving you the don’t you touch that cake side eye? Shout out to Josh Burdette who used to man one of my favorite spots, the 9:30 Club. Not sure if he’s still there but you get what I’m saying.
Who do you send complaints to when someone eats your cake? Is there a cake eating etiquette book because if I knew who ate it, they would know what they’d be getting for Christmas from me.
I guess I’ll never know who ate our wedding cake, and it will forever remain a mystery. A great story to tell our future children, and something I will always laugh about. So to the one who ate my cake, cheers to the greatest heist of all time.
Here are some pictures of my anniversary cake that I made this morning, which is being held at a secret location (in my fridge) until my hubby and I are ready to cut it later tonight.
Happy one year to my lovely husband and best friend!