Forty years earlier, an anxious bride and groom, only an hour away from their big event, awaited the arrival of their wedding cake. A call was made to the bakery. It seems the order was accidentally placed in the wrong stack, and the spice cake would never be. Instead the cooks quickly pulled out a white cake, decorated it, and rushed it over to the reception.
This is the kind of chaos, forty years later, no one much thinks about. Except for one thoughtful sister. This weekend, Cynthia surprised the now, not so newlyweds, with a small decorated wedding cake — spice. “Forty years ago,” Sharon married her best friend,” I heard Cynthia say. “and Alan is still her best friend.”
I guess white cake didn’t ruin the whole thing even though at the time Sharon and Alan thought it might.
Not too bad for the wear either. Congratulations, cousins.
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40 years is something to be very proud of!
40 years for me in December. Can you believe it?! My mother froze the Idaho cake and brought it to California where a kind bakery re-decorated it for the Maywood reception. It was probably white cake. Silly, huh. Times were different 40 years ago.