If you made it through the gag-tastic post that I wrote on Monday, you need a pat on the back and a congratulations. I'm a romantic and am very sentimental so when I feel the love, I just can't help it, the waterworks start and they don't stop.
So after wiping the tears off my keyboard, I left work to meet the hubs for an uber romantic anniversary dinner. We drove into town and tried to eat at TWO of my favorite restaurants but it turns out that both are closed on Mondays. What the frick? I was not going to settle for Red Lobster (since that was Kevin's idea of a "fancy" restaurant, no offense RL) so we hit up a new restaurant in town called Union Station where the only good part of my meal ended up being the two glasses of wine that I consumed. I'll just leave it at that and say we probably won't be visiting there again.
The one thing I could look forward to that night, and hope it would remedy the train wreck that the evening had turned out to be, was cake.
Our wedding cake was three tiers, each tier a different flavor covered in buttercream with embellishments of white chocolate starfish and decorated with real hydrangeas. The bottom tier was white chocolate cake with raspberry filling, the middle layer was chocolate with grand marnier chocolate mousse and the top layer was key lime. All three flavors turned out to be AMAZING. (All caps and italic worthy amazing.)
The photographer also caught about 30 pictures of me stuffing my face and licking my fingers but I won't bore you anymore than I already have.
Our cake budget only allowed us to have enough to feed all the guests, so we couldn't save the entire top tier for ourselves. Instead, we took two (gigantic size) pieces, wrapped them up tight and stuck them in the freezer to hang out for 365 days.
Monday night, I crossed my fingers and hoped I wouldn't find green slimy cake underneath all those layers of tin foil.
A threat to all those who came across the cake...
Hmm, it didn't look too bad but the real question is, how would it taste?
I didn't spot any freezer burnt sections and nothing seemed mushy or green. This could be promising!
But you never can be too careful so we submitted Kevin to the first taste test. His verdict? As fresh as it tasted on our wedding day! I have to agree too. I was pleasantly surprised to find that our year old cake was (dare I say it) really delicious and I can't wait to get home to polish off what's left. Yes, it took us three days to eat two pieces of cake. Don't judge us.
There was only one unhappy camper the night of the cake-eating.
Pout all you want Bodie. Mine cake.