Wedding Blog

Our anniversary came and went. Actually, we lived it twice as we were on a plane and flew back in time. A perfect anniversary, spent in airports, mid-air, and then jet lagged… we are truly a romantic couple, as I wore yoga pants and the ugliest, but most comfortable, most likely dirty shirt I could find for our 9-hour flight. I’m just that sexy, it shines through the stench. This was a precursor to the permanent state of comfy clothing and unshowered wife that he would come home to every day.

We still have a lot of wedding stuff just lying about the house, in drawers, under and in the credenza, in the garage… it’s there to remind me of our perfect day, not at all because I’m disgustingly lazy. So lazy, that we didn’t actually get our one-year cake until last Saturday. It’s only a little bit over two months late.

We opted not to save some of our cake since it would take up precious space that would normally go to freezer-burned chicken, fish sticks, and frozen pizza. That, and my sister told me the heartwarming story where she had our mother save her cake topper, but found out that it was lovingly eaten by my father the next morning with some coffee. Thankfully, Nora, our baker, offers to make couples a 1-year anniversary cake, which we gladly accepted. Of course it was lovely, particularly after we ate some tasty leftover lasagna that some friends had brought over. A fitting meal for our late anniversary, I think.

a very poor close up image

Just in case you have forgotten, not because of any fault of yours, but because of my absence (I hoped it would make you fonder of me when I returned for my triumphant 1-year look back), here are some refresher photos of our cake table.

pre-cut:

more detail to show off Nora’s beautiful piping and buttercream masterpieces:

one more for good measure:

I cannot recommend her enough. Not only was she the nicest and had the tastiest cakes, but she also cost less than half the cost of all our other estimates including the delivery to our far away venue. I’m constantly tempted to just call her and ask her to make us another wedding cake, just because I crave her frangipane on a regular basis. I mean, I don’t wear stretchy pants every day not to fill them out with cake.

Nora del Chamberlin
(510) 526-8732

You don’t have to admit it, but if you still don’t remember who I am, here is a beautiful photo of me staring into the cake.

Will you save the top tier of your cake or will you have your baker make you a fresh tier for your anniversary?