

After Thanksgiving, I caught a nasty cold and was stuck veggin’ at home. The day of doing nothing led to numerous trips to the fridge. I couldn’t help it… that frozen block of foil-wrapped buttercream goodness kept calling out, “EAT ME!” So what did I do? DUH! I’ve been trying to resist its call for the past 3 months, but finally I caved in, defrosted it, and cut myself a tasty slice. ![]()
This is what I found when I unwrapped the layers of foil.

Why was it already missing a chunk? I actually left it at my parents’ house while we were on our honeymoon, and it was too big for their freezer… so they helped themselves! No biggie, I actually told them to eat some while we were gone, haha.
I cut the cake into four manageable chunks and individually wrapped them in foil. Two went back in the freezer for a rainy day (or another sick day perhaps)… and the other two are already in my stomach. Well, Mr. E helped too… but just a little!
The cake was vanilla chiffon with rasberry mousse, cream cheese filling and buttercream frosting. Mmmmm… after looking at these pictures, I may need to defrost another piece right now…

I feel a wee bit guilty that we won’t have the “traditional” experience of enjoying this cake on our one year anniversary, but I figure it tastes better now anyways! What are your thoughts on this tradition? Anyone else guilty?