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By tradition, we were supposed to save the top tier of our wedding cake for our first anniversary. Of course, this tradition made a lot more sense where it originated, a couple centuries ago in Britain, where they used alcohol-soaked fruitcakes for wedding cakes.
We ate our top tier three weeks after the wedding. (With the help of our gaming group, as a gaming night dessert.) We've been asked several times now about the cake, but I've had to confess it went to a somewhat ignomious end. But really, who wants to eat freezer burned year old cake?
We went to a lovely French restaurant last night for an anniversary dinner. Capping off the excellent meal, they brought out my dessert in a dome of spun sugar, lit from within by a candle in the tart. It was jaw-droppingly stunning. Also stunning, the bottle of Riesling with dinner and glass of Sauternes with dessert. We were rather giggly on the subway ride home.
We didn't do anniversary gifts. Didn't really want to deal with trying to come up with stuff (this anniversary was supposed to be paper), didn't want to demand jewelry. We went on a trip a couple weekends ago and went to a rather expensive dinner (for which I bought a new dress, although that was on sale and was only $30), and I just didn't want to start a trend of spending massive quantities of money. I was pretty satisfied with our anniversary celebration.
I'd had some roses that Chuckro gave me very early in our relationship. They really had decayed into ugliness, and I'd had some other roses that I'd accidentally dried. SO I tossed the old ones, and told Chuckro afterwards. He made a joking comment about it being a terrible omen on our anniversary, and I must not love him anymore. I said something about digging them out of the garbage. He said, "No, you're going to turn around and then you're going to laugh."
I turned around and he opened the freezer. And dug out the two pieces of wedding cake that had been carefully concealed under the frozen vegetables. (I guess it's obvious who does more of the cooking on our house.) I did indeed have to laugh. We tried them, after brushing off the lone French fry that had wormed its way into the bag somehow. The icing wasn't too bad, although the cake was pretty terrible. Ended up throwing most of it out. But we did indeed have our wedding cake on our anniversary.
And it was wrapped in waxed paper.
We ate our top tier three weeks after the wedding. (With the help of our gaming group, as a gaming night dessert.) We've been asked several times now about the cake, but I've had to confess it went to a somewhat ignomious end. But really, who wants to eat freezer burned year old cake?
We went to a lovely French restaurant last night for an anniversary dinner. Capping off the excellent meal, they brought out my dessert in a dome of spun sugar, lit from within by a candle in the tart. It was jaw-droppingly stunning. Also stunning, the bottle of Riesling with dinner and glass of Sauternes with dessert. We were rather giggly on the subway ride home.
We didn't do anniversary gifts. Didn't really want to deal with trying to come up with stuff (this anniversary was supposed to be paper), didn't want to demand jewelry. We went on a trip a couple weekends ago and went to a rather expensive dinner (for which I bought a new dress, although that was on sale and was only $30), and I just didn't want to start a trend of spending massive quantities of money. I was pretty satisfied with our anniversary celebration.
I'd had some roses that Chuckro gave me very early in our relationship. They really had decayed into ugliness, and I'd had some other roses that I'd accidentally dried. SO I tossed the old ones, and told Chuckro afterwards. He made a joking comment about it being a terrible omen on our anniversary, and I must not love him anymore. I said something about digging them out of the garbage. He said, "No, you're going to turn around and then you're going to laugh."
I turned around and he opened the freezer. And dug out the two pieces of wedding cake that had been carefully concealed under the frozen vegetables. (I guess it's obvious who does more of the cooking on our house.) I did indeed have to laugh. We tried them, after brushing off the lone French fry that had wormed its way into the bag somehow. The icing wasn't too bad, although the cake was pretty terrible. Ended up throwing most of it out. But we did indeed have our wedding cake on our anniversary.
And it was wrapped in waxed paper.
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Date: 2007-10-22 01:26 pm (UTC)From:But I had ivy from my wedding bouquet in a vase, rooting. My husband said if the ivy ever died, the marriage would be toast. (And who kills ivy?) Unfortunately, it didn't make it through the trip to California when we moved, but I guess it wasn't much of an omen, because that's where Jethrien was born.
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