Cake is good

As many of you know, my mother is a Celiac. One of the only wedding requests she made (well, besides you know, wanting me to HAVE a wedding) is that she wanted to have a cake she could eat. So began the great cake search of 2008. Well, I exaggerate. The cake search really consisted of my mom saying, "hey, there is this woman in Arlington who makes gluten-free cakes!" And me responding, "OK! lets go taste some cake!" Then my mom set everything up and on Tuesday Brian and my mother and I traipsed over to CeliaCakes (where I parked my car, Selma,* on a very dangerous seeming hill) and ate some cake. The summary: cake is good. Buttercream frosting is good. I like cake.

After that surpising revelation, I learned that choosing a wedding cake is not really about choosing cake flavors so much as choosing cake decoration. Honestly, I am happy when someone just plops a mangled slice down in front of me, so I hadn't really considered this, but in the end we settled on a design that I think I will like very much. It has what I consider to be the traditional wedding borders around the top and bottom of the layers (2) and some yellow and green scrollwork flowers on the sides. On top (to add some height) will be some fresh flowers (which I think come in some sort of handy dandy flower holder thingy). As for the cake flavors, well, I'm being careful not to reveal too much. I will only end by repeating, the cake, she will be yummy**.

* Selma and I are having a little bit of an argument right now. She seems determined to cost me money. Brian tried to appease her (or me) by telling me she was purring like a kitten, but then he added, "a very large, very angry kitten."

** Do not be fooled by the picture. There is no fondant involved. I can't guarantee that you won't witness me dragging Brian by the scruff of his neck to the altar, but I can't guarantee that you will either.