Weddingbee Blog

Alternative title: “We Had Our Cake And Ate It Too.”

After our first cake tasting with Suzanne, Mr. Candy Apple and I were already feeling slightly full. But we had several hours to kill before our next tasting (I like to budget extra time for things such as traffic and alien abductions and such) so, of course, we decided to grab lunch. Who wouldn’t want to eat more after eating large hunks of cake?! We ducked into a teensy restaurant in Ballard and, as I was slightly nauseated at that point, I suggested that we split something. Mr. Candy Apple’s choice? Buffalo chicken sandwich. Yeah, not my idea of a light meal.

I had about two bites and was done. I basically sat there like a blob, with a stomachache, on a sugar high. Do we have to eat more cake? I asked. I never thought that day would come—the day that I couldn’t eat more cake. What is wrong with me?! Maybe it was because I have been trying to cut out sugar recently? Dang you caveman diet, and dang you anti-sugar fiance! You have ruined sweets for me.

But onward we pressed. Someone has to do it, right?

We somehow rolled made our way to Trophy Cupcakes, an adorable place in Wallingford Center that I have been going to since it opened. (I used to get my hair cut at The Edge right next door.)

So we got there, and the lovely wedding coordinator sat us down in the cute Trophy booths in the middle of the center across from the cupcake stand. If you’ve never been there, people just meander by your table. Children, specifically, meander by your table. The coordinator then proceeded to bring out 12 cupcakes. Yes, 12. It was obscene. And amazing.

We were sitting there, in the middle of the mall, with a million cupcakes in front of the two of us. Children came up and stared with their mouths open. Mommy, why can’t I have that many cupcakes? They counted them out loud. One, two, three, four…wow! They have a lot of cupcakes! Yes, children, thank you for making me feel more obese and uncomfortable than I already feel. You are lucky that I am so bloated right now, or I would get up off my chair to shoo you away.

First two down…10 more to go?! Whaa??

The lovely Mr. Candy Apple during the first two cupcakes. Back when it was still enjoyable and my jeans still fit.

This was their special February raspberry ganache cupcake—I loved the heart! And yes, my hair/ makeup is still all fancy pants from our e-shoot.

OK, I am exaggerating a wee bit. I really did like the experience. It was fun! We got to go hang out and taste lots of cake! I can’t complain about that. The coordinator even brought us tea and a huge binder of their wedding pictures to look at while we noshed on cupcakes (and were pointed at by the children). Just looking at these pictures makes me want to eat 12 cupcakes in one sitting. Thank goodness for selective memory.

But. That was a lot of sugar. A LOT. We finished the vanilla vanilla and the chocolate chocolate, had about one bite from three other cupcakes, and had to box up the rest to take home. (I love that they let you do that!) Pathetic showing, huh? We were so overloaded with sugar for the next week and a half that we didn’t eat any of the leftovers. Oops. Well, I actually may have had the last few hunks of Suzanne’s cake for breakfast the next day. And maybe another cupcake on top of that. But besides that, we didn’t eat any more sugar. (Don’t tell Mr. Candy Apple.)

All in all, though, a very good day of tasting cake. I promise that it was fun. I must admit, I am slightly ashamed at my cake eating. I thought I was more of a champ than that! And, my pants are slightly stretched out.

How about you: were you overloaded with sugar during your cake tastings? Were you able to spread the tastings out a bit more reasonably? Was it still AWESOME even though you were in a sugar coma for days after?!

All pictures are courtesy of me / Cupcakes by Trophy Cupcakes