My daughter was married in May, and it was a lovely wedding. Of course, planning a wedding in America when I was living in Europe was a little stressful. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined that a simple wedding cake would almost be my undoing.
It was a beautiful day for a wedding. After a touching ceremony, we adjourned to the outdoor reception. I scanned the tables, checking out the decorations and verifying everything was in its place. The cake table looked a little bare. WHERE WAS THE CAKE!!!
Moving as quickly as my high heels would allow, I sprinted into the kitchen and flung open the refrigerator door. There, in all its splendor, sat the five-tiered wedding cake. It was gorgeous. I had to get it moved outside to the reception, quickly, discreetly, and in one piece.
I returned to the reception, smiling at guests as my eagle eye checked out all the attendees of the male persuasion. I needed a combination of muscle and brains. Zeroing in on my choices, I snagged three men out of the appetizer line.
With my helpers in tow, we proceeded to the kitchen where I explained my predicament. The cake in the refrigerator had to be moved to the cake table. Complicating matters, the ¼” thick board under the cake was too thin and flexible for the heaviness of the cake.
After much discussion and scratching of heads, my hulky angels slid the cake out of the fridge onto a dolly (the flat platform kind with a handle at one end – like you see at Sam’s Club.) I closed my eyes and prayed until I heard relieved sighs as the cake was gently placed on the dolly. I opened my eyes and noticed that the cake was leaning, just a tad to the right.
The cake movers began to trundle the cake down the ramp from the kitchen to the reception. To our horror, the cake began leaning even more. We scuttled back to the top of the ramp to assess the damage and devise a plan B.
There was only one alternative. Pick up the dolly and muscle it out to the cake table. I led the cake parade as we marched around the reception area and through the flowerbeds to the cake table. The guys held the dolly level with the table as I carefully slid the cake onto its final resting place.
I surveyed the leaning tower of cake, and wondered if I could gently shove the layers back into position. I tentatively poked at a layer, and realized this was a bad plan. Instead, we simply jammed several paper plates under one side of the cake board so it would appear level. I draped the tablecloth around the plates that were chalking up the cake, and voila, a level cake. I glared at the cake with narrowed eyes, daring it to slide off the table.
Just then, my radiant daughter danced by in the arms of her new husband. She wasn’t worried about leaning cakes, missing forks, or wind-blown decorations. Her glorious smile said it all. God had provided her a perfect soul mate, and the rest was just icing on the cake.
So I relaxed, sat down and enjoyed a piece of wedding cake. It was delicious.