Old Cake

Today I ate the last piece of our wedding cake. When J and I cut into the top layer of our cake last week, which had been sitting frozen for the past year in my in-law's freezer and then hauled through three airports and two flights from Virginia, we were hesitant, to say the least. J even said, "I don't think this is supposed to be good. I think you just sort of suffer through a bit and then toss it." Two pieces of cake (for him) later, we were singing the praises of the ladies who worked so hard to create a carrot cake that tastes like it was made yesterday...over a year ago. It even lasted a week in the fridge! I can honestly say that I did not eat the whole thing - the cake consuming was split pretty much 50/50, no small feat for my husband who said the other day, "Is this brown rice? You eat rice with potatoes??" :). Yes, J. Welcome to my world of carbs.

Thanks again to everyone who worked so hard to make our wedding amazing. It occurred to me today that even the baby got to have some of the wedding cake, in utero though it may be. Nifty.