I love wedding cake.
On Saturday Andrea and I went to a friend’s wedding and I have to tell you that I kinda like weddings.
I know that sounds weird for a guy to say, but I do. I’m kind of sappy in that I enjoy seeing people at one of their happiest moments in life.
Although, like every guy, I want the wedding to be done with as quickly as humanly possible so I can get to the real good stuff. The wedding reception.
I’ve told you before that I’m not afraid to eat. I’m not a health nut and I will never, ever deprive myself of a food that I really enjoy. I just know when to stop.
But one thing I have trouble stopping with is wedding cake.
I love wedding cake. Have I said that before?
I do. I don’t know what it is about the stuff, but I LOVE it!
And thank goodness we had some really good wedding cake on Saturday.
I stopped myself at one piece, even though I could’ve had more. I didn’t though because I didn’t want to look like a crazy, sugar crazed person running back up to the cake table shoving little old ladies out of the way to get another piece of cake. I’m slightly more dignified than that…only slightly, though.
The mother of the groom asked me how many calories I thought were in a piece of that wedding cake and my first reaction was to say “I don’t know, but not that many.”
She was kind of surprised at my reaction, and after I thought about it, my reaction was pretty stupid.
I started doing a mental inventory of what goes into wedding cake, and the frosting, and it wasn’t pretty. Read More→





























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