Wedding cake

In honor of Valentines Day, I am going to tell a story.  It’s about a wedding cake. 

The wounds were just too new until now, so this story has gone untold for way too long.

I have decided that in order to let it go, I have to come clean about my feelings.  So, here goes. 

On April 8, 2006 I married my love.  It was a beautiful day and all was perfect.  Every girl dreams of her wedding day and this was my dream come true. My wedding cake had been decided months before.  My sister in law had used a particular lady to make her cake and this lady was excellent.  She happened to work at Albertsons/Homeland in the bakery, so I had made an appointment to meet with her and had everything decided.  The picture that I showed her was very similar to this one:

I wanted a square layered cake with small polka dots made out of icing on each layer.  Mine would have blue ribbon and yellow tulips.

While getting dressed in the bride’s room at the church, I learned that my cake had arrived.  I wanted my mom to take a picture of it and show it to me before the wedding.  She was hesitant.  I thought, “This is weird, why is mom acting this way.”  She took the picture and this is what was on my cake table: (Get ready)



What the #$%$@!?





Total shock.  Does this picture look like the first one to any of you?  Yeah, I didn't think so either.  Chris kept telling me during wedding planning that something was going to go wrong, but it didn’t matter.  All that mattered was that we loved each other and we were getting married.  I tried to stay positive, but I secretly wanted to ask my mom to run to the store and pick up some cupcakes or something.  This would be better than the monstrosity that was sitting on my cake table.  When they were making this cake, did they think it was cute?  Someone was demented if they thought this cake was cute. 

My mom informed me that she got a call one week before my wedding and the lady that was scheduled to create my cake had abruptly quit her job at Albertson’s/Homeland.  They insured my mom that they would still be able to create my cake.  She was concerned, but didn’t want to tell me about it and stress me out. 

The moral of this story is don’t ever use Albertsons/Homeland to create a memorable cake.  It doesn’t matter if the Cake Boss works there or not. 

I told Chris that the perfect anniversary/Valentine’s/birthday present for me would be a beautiful wedding cake.  I will put on my wedding dress and take pictures with it as if it was my actual wedding day.  I have been telling him this for years and I guess he thinks I’m kidding, because I have yet to receive this gift.  Maybe he is planning this for our 5 year anniversary in April.  I won’t hold my breath.   

XOXO

Stacey