Sunday, August 31, 2008

Happy Anniversary B

Cast your mind back to 31 August 1991 – if you were a minor then, kindly keep quiet about it - this was the date Husband and I got married. We had a lovely wedding which I don’t doubt looked incredibly expensive but it involved many, many talented and generous friends.

Lovely Alan let my Dad, Husband-to-be and I loose, the morning before the wedding, in a hop field with a pair of secateurs. We took home several bines which were used as decoration in the marquee and in the house. They were used alongside Sally (from over the road)’s skills as a trainee florist; her husband Peter collected vintage cars and offered with a friend to drive the bridal parties to and from the church in a variety of different cars …

My Mum’s friend Brenda made cakes. How innocent and hobbyish that sounds, but really she made incredible, bloody marvellous cakes that would have cost hundreds of pounds to buy from a specialist company. Ours was five hexagons (which was representative of chemistry symbols as this was what Husband did) and was decorated with handmade sugar tiger lilies, gypsophila and ivy. Here’s quite a crappy picture of the cake (remember, photography wasn’t so good in those days):



Anyway, post wedding, my Mum – ever wishful – put aside the top tier for the first grandchild.

Fast forward three years to 1994 – we need the first tier of the wedding cake to eat at Son’s christening. Where is it? Uhm, it’s safe … somewhere … but so safe, no-one is quite sure where it is. No matter, Brenda offers to make us another cake. The cake is a single cake decorated with handmade sugar acorns, blackberries, brambles and autumnal leaves. This time, photography has moved on a bit:



Now, fast forward again – seventeen years from the wedding date - to the summer of 2008, big strapping Son and less strapping Daughter are staying with their grandparents in Kent, the very same house in which their Mum and Dad celebrated their wedding. About 5am in the morning the household is woken by an alarm; the power has gone out. My Dad diagnoses that the chest freezer in the pantry in the basement is responsible and in the subsequent hours and days a mass excavation of the chest freezer and the storage around it, follows.

And, guess what is found? Yup, the top tier, some fourteen years too late, of our wedding cake. This is when I arrive in the UK. My mother is delighted to have found the cake and wants to invite Brenda – who she has sort of lost touch with – for tea. Can you imagine, my sister and I whisper, how horrible it will be?

My mother is persuaded that the risk is too great so when Husband arrives in the UK, there is a presentation of our cake, and we are asked to cut it. I push the knife hard into the icing, through the marzipan and into the cake at a most amateur angle and big gust of brandy engulfs me. The cake looks marvellous, it smells out of this world and it tastes incredible.

16 comments:

Annie Bright said...

Happy Anniversary JJ! What a gorgeous cake! (Oh and I wasn't a minor - unfortunately!)

SpiralSkies said...

Oh, what a lovely story - you could turn that into something lovely for a wimmins mag you know...

Happy Anniversary X

pierre l said...

Happy Anniversary to you both. That was indeed a lovely-looking cake.

pierre l said...

I also agree with spiralskies - it'a an excellent story.

Yvonne said...

Happy Anniversary! Great post, those cakes look gorgeous.

JJ said...

Annie, you weren't? No me neither - I'd like to tell you I was a child bride, but that would be lying ... and possibly a bit yuk.

Spiral, if you go and look at my post of 13 Aug (I Must Stay Upright) this was the post I wrote, which I then decided was perfect for wimmin's mags... anyway today is the day, and I still might try and write the story.

Pierre, thank you. Nice to see you again.

JJ said...

Yvonne, you snuck in there. Thank you; they were yummy (even though I'm not a big fruit cake fan) but you just have to, don't you, when it's your wedding? Or your first born's christening.

Carol and Chris said...

Happy Anniversary honey!! Your wedding sounds fab and I love love LOVE the story of your cake!!

May you and Husband have many many more happy years together.

Lots of love to you both

C x

JJ said...

Carol, thanks hon. Well if he keeps going away this often, we should do just fine! Particularly when he comes armed with Mulberry bags...

Flew in from London yesterday, off to Singapore this morning! HA, and his suitcase is still in London!

SueG said...

Fabulous! And happy anniversary...to you all!! xo

Lane said...

What a great story!

Happy Anniversary too!

Debs said...

Happy anniversary to you both.

I love that story and as much as I would like to say that I was a minor then, I simply can't in all honesty do so.

marmiteandtea said...

Happy Anniversary!

That is such a great story I can't believe the cake survived.

Angie said...

OMG! Love that story. Over here we're supposed to eat the top layer for the 1 year anniversary celebration. We did, and we were not so lucky. Mmm, yummy freezer burn! Happy Anniversary a day late.

There's a little something for you over at mine.

xx

Leigh said...

I had the strangest sense of deja-vu when I read this...doh [smacks forehead].

What a beautiful, beautiful cake. Mine was a little smaller than that, but I still have some somewhere. Dread to think what state it's in - in a box on top of a cupboard...ahem.

Happy Anniversary. May you have many more.

wordtryst said...

Happy anniversary, JJ and B! I love a love story, especially when it involves lots of brandy-soaked cake!