Let Them Eat Cake

Not sure how it happened, but somehow Gerard and I successfully made a year of marriage...a WHOLE year!!  It was this past Sunday to be exact. I'm sure him traveling as often as he does made it go a little faster than most couples that experience their first year.  Since the amount of time we've actually spent together in person only equals about a solid 3 months...but that's neither here nor there.

Either way, I'm tooting my horn cause I'm proud of US.  Yeah, us.

So here's a look back at that beautiful day a year ago...10~2~10

My father seeing me for the first time (well, as a bride)

Me and my main broads (minus my mom, she's my main girl)...

Now me and my dude....

See ya later!!

Now, the main reason I decided to post about this milestone in our life wasn't to show you our awesome photos, it was actually to talk about the tradition of eating the cake.  And I don't mean the cake that day (well, I do), I mean eating your wedding cake a year later.  Who came up with this?  Who thought that with all the pastries and baked goods available in the world that eating YEAR OLD cake was a genius idea?  Were they really poor?  Lacking taste buds?  I don't really know.  All I do know, is that you can read website page after page of people taking part in this tradition...some who took the proper measures to store their cake had good things to write, and those that were busy the day after their wedding wrote of horror stories and trips to the hospital.

I can tell you this, I DID NOT properly store my cake.  I know I didn't.  And I'm guilty of even realizing this the day I placed it in our freezer.  First, let me show you how beautiful my cake WAS:

That shit's classy...right?!  Don't mind the fact that it's neither raised, nor does it have the stuff on the table that goes there...that goes under a list of crap that went wrong on our wedding day.  (i.e. fat wedding planner that ruined ceremony, hotel being assholes, missing boutonnieres, etc., etc.)  But that day has come and gone, and I can say that a year later...I'm still happy with the whole day.  Anywho, back to the cake.  This is what my cake DID look like.  And from what little bit I had smashed in my mouth and face by my adoring husband, I remember it tasted pretty good. 

When the hotel gave us the box with the top tier of cake to take home, they didn't close the box because of the giant fondant bow at the top...which I appreciate.  But as a two-day old newlywed trying to pack for my honeymoon and finish unwrapping gifts, I didn't really give much thought to the proper steps I should take in freezing my top layer.  With little time to spare, I simply smashed the bow, closed the box, and tied a Target (I told you I was classy) bag around the thing...with good intentions of finding some kind of actual Tupperware or cake holder to place it in before we left on a two-week honeymoon.  Long-story short...that never happened.  And during this past year, we also had our fridge die on us...so I had to rush my beautiful crushed cake to my parents house, and I'm not sure if it thawed a little and re-froze in the process.

10~2~11

Better known as D-Day to my intestinal tract.  Geraldine and I followed careful instructions on properly thawing our "cake" and I know he was really looking forward to having it as our dessert that night.  We opened the box to see a yellow-ish colored wedding cake, with a very smashed bow...beautiful.

After getting out the same knife we used to cut our cake a year earlier, I tried to trick Gerard into helping me "cut the cake" by pretending it was still just too frozen.  Yeah, I'm lame like that.  With the strong scent of freezer burn piercing our nostrils, we both had a bite (actually Jrock had two). 

And let me tell you, year old cake...tastes like shit.  I made us both commit to swallowing a little, just in case there was some weird superstition, and let Gerard spit the rest of his out on the plate.  As a person with IBS, I just pray there isn't any other weird wedding traditions where I have to eat aged foods...cause this tradition is overrated.  Maybe next year I'll just have the bakery recreate a fresh one...mini in size and price of course.