My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
First of all, I need to share with you that I have one of the most insatiable “sweet tooth’s” on the face of this planet.
If I could sustain my body only on SWEETS…I’d be in nirvana.
Today while I was at work, I suddenly had the incredible desire for a piece of wedding cake.
(I actually went around and asked all the ladies if they had any in their purses…I swear)
Wedding cake to me, is like no other cake in the world.
I love wedding cake more than my own life!
My favorite, is a simple yellow cake with white butter icing.
I don’t know what the hell they do to it, to get to taste that way, but whatever it is…it must be a top secret recipe, given only to professional bakers.
Anytime anyone asks me to come to a wedding, the first thing out of my mouth is, “You’re having a wedding cake, right?”
And then the second thing out of my mouth is, “What kind?…and how BIG is it?”
The whole time I’m at the church, my only thoughts are about getting my greedy little hands on the FIRST piece of cake that’s cut, after the bride and groom traditionally smash a piece into one another’s face.
(I HATE that insane tradition)
One time I remember going to a friends wedding, and the food they served for dinner was worse than horrendous. It was like being at a Canned-Food Festival.
The only thing I could stomach were the potato chips.
So I walked around mingling with everyone, holding a plateful of Lays.
FINALLY…they got to the cake-cutting ceremony.
(as I stood there praying to God Almighty, that the cake was going to taste better than the meal)
So they cut the cake; smashed it into one another’s face, and then began cutting for the guests. Needless to say, I was the first in line.
(my salivary glands were starting to produce FOAM, which was dripping from the corners of my mouth)
When they handed me the piece, I grabbed the plate, fork and napkin…and went at it.
And as the cake hit my taste buds…I let out an audible sigh.
“aaaah….I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
The cake was absolutely magnificent.
And because I had had no dinner…I ate THREE pieces.
(I know, I know…I‘m a PIG)
Enjoy your weekend, everyone!
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