There were a lot of unknowns when my husband and I were planning our wedding, but one thing was certain: We had to have a cake. I couldn't even tell you why—I figured it was a wedding, and a wedding needs a wedding cake. And I was obsessive about what kind of cake it would be. Did we want ombré buttercream or ruffled fondant? Or no frosting? Maybe we just glaze it with chocolate ganache? That would be so pretty, dripping down the tiers. Or what if the whole thing was covered with chocolate flakes? Or fresh flowers? Or what about EDIBLE GLITTER? My husband refused to glitter, no matter how edible. But CAKE! Definitely cake!
Two years later, of all the things I remember about my wedding day, the cake doesn't even crack the top 10. Between the sweet and funny ceremony, my dress constantly and hilariously trying to fall down, and my friend Patty's toast delivered while she was high on a Benadryl-and-wine cocktail thanks to a hidden nut that triggered her allergies, I've kind of forgotten about the cake. The only thing I remember about it is how awkward it was to eat...
