It was hot. Even my California relatives thought it was hot.
But we had so much fun... so much fun I can hardly remember much of the wedding except for one thing: I know we did not get to eat enough of our cake.
That was it. The extent of our cake eating.
True to tradition, my mom grabbed the top tier to save in the freezer for us to eat on our one-year wedding anniversary.
July 2010 came and went.
The cake stayed in the freezer.
Until my dad found it recently.
"Your wedding cake is in our freezer," he informed me.
"Ohh!" I said. "Do you think it's still good?"
"Probably freezer burned," my mom jumped in.
"Really?" I asked disappointed. "Well, we'll try it anyway."
And we did.
Turns out our cake was really good. Really really delicious vanilla almond goodness. (I know, not the greatest description.)
And it turns out that frosting still tastes good even when it crumbles like chalk.
And the cake? Not as fresh, a little chewy but still delicious.
I ate mine with fresh strawberries.
Perhaps a wedding cake, like wine, only gets better with age.