This was technically our wedding day cake that we ate on the beach after we got married. At this point the cloud cover that was over us while we were being married had cleared up so it was pretty toasty in the sun. We didn't eat much of that cake, needless to say. Too hot.
We DID, however, indulge in the cake we got for our reception that we held here in Seattle a month after we got married in Hawaii. It was AMAZING. It was a cake from metropolitan market here in Seattle, a natural/organic grocery store (seriously, can you expect less from me?) The cake was phenomenal. It was 3 layers, obviously, and each layer was a different type of cake. One layer was white cake with raspberry filling, one layer was chocolate with chocolate mousse filling and one layer was marble cake with buttercream filling. I should note: the largest layer was the marble cake because it was hands down the best. And lucky for us, we had TONS of cake leftover after the reception. So much so that it dominated about 65% of our freezer. For about two seconds (aka: a month) we considered saving part of it until October 20, 2009 for our first anniversary. After eating cake for that month, we decided that we could eat cake every day until October 20, 2009 but it still wouldn't be gone and we would instead be participating in a contest of "who can gain the most cake weight?" And then we decided that we could throw away just SOME of it and keep some for our first anniversary, you know, the tradition, but the thought of that just seemed gross. I mean, really, year old cake? Even if it's frozen? Ick. I have a weird thing about old food. I am a complete fanatic about those use-by dates on perishable items. Even though cake doesn't have one, it just doesn't seem right that it's ok after a year. But then again, it is a tradition and I don't think anyone has ever died from it. But if it made me puke, I would rather die.... Anyway, point is, we chucked it. All 25 pounds of it in our freezer. Gone. I think I may have even taken some to work until people started to beg me to stop bringing in cake. After we did this, Tim made the comment that next year we'd just have to start our own tradition and get a new metro market cake to celebrate. Marble, of course.
Well! Guess what?! I totally forgot about this little comment but Tim didn't! I came home yesterday to a 1st anniversary cake from metropolitan market courtesy of my nice husband. Marble cake with buttercream frosting. YUM! And it was just baked yesterday morning so it was definitely fresh. I would say better than what would have been sitting in our freezer had we have chosen to keep it. And now we get to lead up the whole week to Hawaii with cake every night. Only thing that might be bad for is my body in a bikini but oh well!
On an unrelated note, well, maybe it's related, Tim got me a present yesterday when he was in downtown Seattle trying on some new work gear. It's not the most romantic present ever but it certainly is thoughtful. I had a creepy incident a year or so ago around the holidays with some random dude. Ever since I've been a little bit freaked out of being places by myself, not during the day but at night. And since I'm home by myself a lot of nights due to Tim's schedule, he thought I should carry around a little bit of protection: enter- pepper spray. We live in a really safe neighborhood and I hope to god I never have to use it but then again a year or so ago I was in a really safe part of town and had the little incident with scary dude. So, if nothing else, when I'm out and about at nights or if I'm working late at nights, I can feel a little bit better that I can protect myself. I still want to take some self defense classes. I think it would be awesome if something ever happened to be able to shock someone by being a little karate girl and whipping out some awesome ninja moves. But as of now, I would fail miserably in that respect. And you might ask, why did it take over a year (maybe two...) for me to get this sort of protection? I don't KNOW! Call it procrastination. Or thinking I was fine... and I have been.
And here's my new little red bomb on my key chain. And no, for anyone that's wondering, this is NOT my anniversary present from Tim. Well, I don't think so anyway. It would be quite the funny story to tell. Tim did, however, pick up an awesome present for both of us yesterday in the form of new snorkel gear for our trip which is great because it's good stuff and we don't have to rent the crappy stuff on the island. It's pretty exciting, even though I forgot to take a picture of all of it. And did I mention that we're also learning to surf?! And I get to eat more cake tonight...and tomorrow... and the next day? And in 5 days we leave for the islands?! Where I will then be parked on a beach for 7 days straight with a Maui mojito. Except for when I am learning to surf. And when I am all dressed up celebrating our actual 1st anniversary with Timmy.
I cannot wait.
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