The intricate op-amp diagram piped onto the corners just like Sak had designed.
The way our little power poles spiraled up the cake to the top.
Keroro and Tamama sitting together on a red heart under a lone LED streetlamp.
I loved everything.
Kristy, our amazing cake coordinator from Satura Cakes, dropped off Sak's "baby" to the venue, along with three sheet cakes of Mango Passionfruit, tiramisu and strawberry shortcake. We planned on 120 servings for 100 guests.
Our guests were really fascinated with our light-up cake. Even to the point of making Sak come to the microphone to "explain the significance".
He did his best to not turn our reception into a lecture on circuitry.
...After class was over, it was time to cut the cake.
That's good and all, except after we cut it, I only saw a plate nearby, and no fork or spoon with which to serve my husband.
(Photo by family) "Hmmm. What to do?" |
(Photo by family) |
Sak, for some reason, decided to make me look extra evil. He walked around until he found a spoon, fed me, and then dabbed at my face with a napkin.
(photo by family) |
An awkward silence fell for a little bit after that exchange. I think people fully expected us to do some cake smashing next, what with the knife and all. I guess we're not the smashing type.
At the end of the night, all the sheet cakes were eaten, but our fabulous cake stood whole and uncut. I had failed to account for the large number of diabetics in attendence, and should have had a sugar-free alternative available. In any case, a friend walked up, confused. He didn't know about the sheet cakes, and was wondering what the heck he was eating, if not our big cake tower. After explaining the sheet cakes, he exclaimed that our cake "was a lie". Hardy har har.
During cleanup, we cut up the cake and started passing out huge chunks of cake to anyone still dancing around. There was a literal fight over the red velvet, I tell you. Most of it went home to family, my brother took some to share with the homeless, and all the out of town guests had enough cake to last them the rest of the trip.
We took our top tier of strawberry shortcake back to the hotel too. But once we got there, and found some cold-cut sandwiches and poke in the fridge from that morning; it suddenly sounded tastier than cake.
And thus, the story of how we failed to eat more than one bite of our wedding cake, which I was so-very-much looking forward to eating.
Luckily, there's a Satura Cake's here in Palo Alto, so maybe we'll get to eat our strawberry shortcake on our anniversary or something.
In summary -
1) Don't feed your new husband with a knife.
2) TRY to eat some of your cake on your wedding!
(Unless otherwise noted, all images by Terra Photography)
Our wedding week in review:
- We took care of some last minute DIY details, and officialized everything.
- We vacationed with our out-of-towners, and threw a yummy welcome beach brunch.
- Sak saluted an angry dragon during our wedding rehearsal, and we sniffed at our dinner.
- Wal-Mart crashed my bachelorette.
- The women magically transformed, and Sak tied me into our dress.
- There was a windy photoshoot on the beach, and then we hung out at the chapel in flat shoes.
- We marched to the altar and got married.
- Everyone was camera-happy.
- Reception time! A bustle for our first dance, and then it was time to eat.
- I wore a kimono, and then fed some lions.
- We tried a bouquet pull
Can we hang out at Satura when I come back?!?! Mango passionfruit and chocolate ganache will do. :]
ReplyDeleteYeah... we didn't have plates or forks either. Tim had to go fetch some. No music was playing. It was awkward. Yay.
That photo is awesome. I now want you to crop it, blow it up and then remind him not to mess with you. Ever.
ReplyDeleteAlso, we don't remember eating more than our bites of cake but we got a local company to make the cake so love that we can get it whenever we'd like!
Yum! I love that photo of you with the knife. And my husband (an electrical engineer) loves the cake, too. That's so nice that your guests all had a lovely snack to last the the rest of the trip.
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