baked (with love)

For our friend's wedding, we brought the wedding cake. 

Three tiers, ten layers. Champagne and vanilla cake, homemade peach and raspberry jam, and delicate swiss meringue buttercream. Gold luster-dust, in the shape of a heart, with the initials of two of our favorite people. A precious cake topper with their shared name regally scrolled.  

​A magical ceremony, with a Chuppah draped in dreamy cream-colored fabric and romantic flowers. The same flowers that hugged the cake. Vows lined with Friends references and punctuated by tears and laughter.

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A year of wedding disappointments, after a New Years Eve that was so full of hope and wonder. We dressed as flappers and told ourselves that everything was possible. Days before Covid, there were saki bombs, sushi and free birthday cheesecake. And when Covid hit, we became HouseParty friends. Commiserating together for all of the things we had to cancel and postpone. Shared butterflies and eye-rolls.

Where we had to cancel, they postponed. Saving their Big Fat Greek Wedding for 2021 and having an intimate Jewish ceremony in 2020. Her parents backyard on a Friday night; the break of the glass, the signing of the ketubah (where we were the witnesses)!

So we take the tiny victories: the air was crisp and whispered tales of fall. Love that conquers all. Oopahs and champagne cheers, To the bride and groom, to the bride and groom, to the bride and groom. 

I'm no professional--but it was baked with love! Congratulations, sweet friends. ​

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