have your cake *OR* eat your cake?

Shannie's newest post (over here, about her 1st wedding anniversary and the year-old cake they consumed) reminded my of this story of my Mom's & Dad's. One of my faves.

My someday parents' reception was at a hotel, who catered & serviced the entire event, including wedding cake. At the end of the evening, they asked for the top cake tier to take with them. The staff reacted oddly; they'd never heard of that tradition. But whatever -- the top was boxed up. Upon getting home, my mom wrapped the shit out of it so that it wouldn't get freezer burn, and stuck it in the back of the freezer.

One year later ...
My Dad was a DC cop and my Mom was a public health nurse. They both worked long hours and weird shifts; they didn't get a ton of time together at that stage. So they'd both taken the night off, and were settling in to toast their 1st anniversary. My mom had taken out the cake to thaw to enjoy after dinner. But after dinner this friend of theirs dropped by (unannounced) to wish them a happy 1st year, and then proceeded to just hang out. Can you imagine? So this guy stays, like, two hours, and finally they shove him out the door.

Finally! They can relax & eat their cake. It took Mom like 20 minutes to unwrap the cake, and then Dad cuts into it, and . . . thud. He pushed the knife a bit harder. Rip. The knife goes straight through the frosting into cardboard. It was a frosted cardboard cake top that the hotel apparently used and re-used! They were too embarrassed or something to admit that it was fake, so they let my parents take it home.

hahahaha

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Anonymous said…
That is truly awesome.

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