50 years ago today, my in-laws got married, they were all of 19/20, and all my dear Mother in law Cam wanted was a gorgeous wedding cake, chocolate with Vanilla icing. But for some reason, maybe we blame it on the 70s? The baker decided there was no way that a woman in her right mind wouldn’t want a vanilla wedding cake, so he ignored her wishes. The result was meh, so meh that Cam spent the next 50 years regretting it. And on her 50th anniversary she tried to order a DO OVER cake from a baker and also found it to be meh. MEANWHILE, her daughter who we call Pl(Anne) because of her incomparable ability to make things happen, SECRETLY ORDERED A THIRD CAKE, and when it was presented it to her, Cam sobbed and said this is it. This is the cake I wanted. This is my favorite kind of story, part longing, part nostalgia, part cake, and if someone doesn’t start a bakery called DO OVER WEDDING CAKES I WILL be forced to quit my job to do it.
