Happy disasterversary

Well, It is my one year disasterversary. As in cake disaster anniversary. Last year, I was asked to do my cousin's wedding cake. (Actually, my husband's cousin, but I adhere to the what's mine is yours rule)

It was a simple design. Two tier, frosted smooth with a simple border and fresh flowers. Easy enough. I made the ingredients and we loaded up the car and headed to Las Vegas. When we got there I assembled the cake frosted it, and set it on the dining room table and went to bed. It was pretty. And {almost} perfect. We got up, and headed to the wedding in the morning. The cake still looked good. After the wedding, My Husband and I went back to the house to get the cake and take it to the reception. I walked in the house, and DISASTER! The frosting was cracking and the bottom tier was bulging. I didn't understand it. Nothing like this had ever happend before. I had doweled the cake more that was necessary, just in case, and it still was a mess. I grabbed the bowl of extra frosting and all my tools and we hopped in the car.

The road to the country club was under construction, and very bumpy. even though we drove very slowly, the bumpiness made the cake worse and worse. I couldn't help it, I started crying. It kept getting worse. At one point I even put my hands on either side of the cake just to hold it together. By the time we got to our destination, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I looked at my husband and sobbed, "don't let anyone see me like this." I didn't want anyone to see me loose my composure like that.

We went in through the back door and into the kitchen so I could try and fix the mess I was carrying. However, I could not stop sobbing, no matter how hard I tried. I just felt so bad that they had trusted me with a part of their celebration, and I messed up. Then the mother of the bride came in and she was being so nice, then the other cousins and aunts. All trying to make me feel better, but I just felt worse. I was also mad at my husband for not keeping them all away from me like I had begged him to earlier. I suppose, however, it is hard to suddenly be a tough enforcer around people you have grown up with that see you as a quiet, unassuming type. (he is forgiven) I just felt so bad that they were all trying to make me feel better. No one should have noticed me that day. All the focus should have been on the happy couple.

I finally calmed down enough to try and fix the cake (although I never stopped crying). I had it in the freezer, trying to freeze the cake and help stop the bulging. There was no way I could make it smooth again, so I decided just to do layers and layers of a band made with a rose tip. I thought it turned out pretty okay, but my husband thought it was not. He didn't even get why I took pictures of it. Although I did pretty good at hiding the cracks, I could not disguise the leaning of the cake. To me it looked like a bustle on the back of a dress, so I ended up putting a little flower there, the idea being that it might make it look like it was that way on purpose.


Although the cake itself was a mess, the real disaster was the way I behaved. (can I blame it on hormones?) I really wish I would have held myself together better. I was so embarrassed that I could not even face the bride and groom. I should have had the grace to go over and offer my sincerest apologies, but I just wanted to crawl under the table and hide. So, officially, I am so sorry about the cake Whitney and Brad! I am also sorry about being a total social invalid that day.

My theories about what happened? I have no idea for sure. There were so many things on that cake that I do not normally deal with. She wanted funfettti cake, and I usually don't use a cake mix. She also wanted a frosting that used powdered sugar, another unusual one for me. There is also the climate I was not used to (a little warmer than I expected it to be). I have no idea, but at least it looked cool when they cut it! It tasted pretty good to...or at least that is what they told me. (I couldn't look at the thing, much less eat it.)

I had planned on making a real one (the way it was supposed to be) for their anniversary, but I am commissioned to do a different cake tomorrow, so this will have to do.

HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY WHITNEY AND BRAD!!
I wish you many many more years of happiness together.