Call me the cake protector.
Tuesday afternoon a friend suddenly confronted me with a little notice that I might end up driving our mutual friends' wedding cake from Columbus to Frederick, MD, because the cake artist is now doubtful for the actual wedding.
That means my trunk must now be filled with the boxes ferrying its layers 309 miles east. Admittedly, it will be easier to put separated, boxed layers in the trunk than to figure out the logistics for moving it when assembled. Not having done anything at a wedding more complex than ushering women to their seats, I would not know.
Now here is only one guarantee for this wedding - The Friday I spend en route will be filled with snow. This eternal stumbler has taken on a task requiring delicacy, so there must be a slick white path ahead of me.
I envision driving 20 mph in whiteout conditions while praying no one rear-ends my Corolla. I cringe at the bride and groom (well, the bride) finding a single twirl of icing smudged or out of place.
They won't, of course, but I still worry a little. People want everything perfect at their weddings. And while that cake will assuredly wind up smashed on the happy couple's faces, every flourish must be in its right place.
But as long as I do not arrive in Maryland with cake-smeared trunk, my little courier job will go smoothly.
2 comments:
Have you ever seen Ace of Cakes on the Food Network?
You should TiVo in preparation.
No habla cable, even basic cable. TiVo? Not on an SNP salary, my friend.
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