On our wedding day, we had cupcakes for the guests and a small 6″ topper cake for the traditional cake cutting. When it came time to cut the cake, the knife wouldn’t go down. At first we thought it was a joke. We tried two different knives, we sawed at it, I had turned the knife over at one point and applied a stabbing motion to the cake. All to no avail. Our friends and family looked on, even after we fed each other cupcakes on the cuff instead, until I finally had to shoo them away. Apparently, it was frozen solid, since we had gotten the cake earlier.

We never waited to have it when it was defrosted, as we left for our honeymoon. And although Greg’s dad was nice enough to save it and send it back for our one year anniversary, it had only gotten even more inedible in that time.

So for part of Greg’s Fool’s Errand we decided to stop in at our reception site to see the owners of the resort and finally eat our cake which we ordered a replica of.

It was a completely different experience than on the day of. We were surrounded by Paul and their four kids, an artist we were meeting there that day, her mother, a newly rescued iguana, a confused Sookie, and all of the children’s pet chickens. Greg thought of it as symbolic of a new chapter in our lives. I loved that we finally ate our cake, which turned out to be really damn good. And the chicken insisted on the first slice. A video is available here.