After nearly a month, I'm finally getting around to posting this and I know it's going to be long. Here goes...
I had an order for a wedding cake and a groom's cake and everything went extremely smooth. The wedding cake is my favorite one that I've made so far...4 tiers covered in white fondant, real black ribbon, buttercream swirls on the side and a fondant monogram. I was really proud of it, loaded the car and headed off to the wedding...over an hour away. I gave myself plenty of time to get there, unload, stack it up and leave.
When I was about half way there, I got a call from the bride's father asking where I was. I said I would be there shortly and he said, "Well, the lady that's decorating the cake is waiting on you to get here." I politely asked him what he was talking about because the cake was already finished. He said he didn't know and that he was just as confused as I was. A million things started to run through my head and I was sick at the thought of someone else "decorating" one of my cakes. In usual fashion, I freaked out and called my dad. I was worried that she might want to put flowers on it, that they most likely wouldn't be organic and I didn't even have flower picks with me. He said, oh I bet she just wants to decorate around the cake. I agreed and convinced myself that's what she was going to do.
I arrived at the fellowship hall and walked in with my cake lifter and toolbox to scope out the area. I sat my things on another table and this terribly old woman looks at me and says rather rudely, "The cake goes over there! (points to what is obviously the cake table) and she's been WAITING ON YOU ALL DAY!" (...keep in mind this is still well over an hour before the reception starts and I have no more decorating to do.)
As I begin to stack the tiers, this lady bursts in saying, "I've got to get this cake decorated, I've got to get this cake decorated." At that point, I see that she's got a bunch of flowers. I began to get irritated and decided to take my time putting on the monogram. The maid of honor (I know her, too) comes out and says that there was some confusion and they ended up with two monograms (she meant cake toppers). She looked at mine and says, oh definitely use that, the bride will love it. I told her that I didn't know there were going to be flowers on the cake, so I didn't prepare the cake that way. I said that if they're not organic, they could have pesticides on them and I don't want to be responsible, should anyone get sick. She turns and asks the flower lady if they're organic and she says, "NO. But the nothing will be touching the cake. All of the stems will be wrapped."
After I put the monogram on, the lady with the flowers says, "Did the bride ask you to put that W on top?" Seriously...did she really ask me that? I left with my fingers crossed that she was a florist and would be decent flower arranger.
I could go on and on about this all day but here's the end result. The first picture is what I left at the reception. The second is how the cake looked when the bride and groom cut it. I just wish I would have known she wanted flowers and I could have done it.
I had an order for a wedding cake and a groom's cake and everything went extremely smooth. The wedding cake is my favorite one that I've made so far...4 tiers covered in white fondant, real black ribbon, buttercream swirls on the side and a fondant monogram. I was really proud of it, loaded the car and headed off to the wedding...over an hour away. I gave myself plenty of time to get there, unload, stack it up and leave.
When I was about half way there, I got a call from the bride's father asking where I was. I said I would be there shortly and he said, "Well, the lady that's decorating the cake is waiting on you to get here." I politely asked him what he was talking about because the cake was already finished. He said he didn't know and that he was just as confused as I was. A million things started to run through my head and I was sick at the thought of someone else "decorating" one of my cakes. In usual fashion, I freaked out and called my dad. I was worried that she might want to put flowers on it, that they most likely wouldn't be organic and I didn't even have flower picks with me. He said, oh I bet she just wants to decorate around the cake. I agreed and convinced myself that's what she was going to do.
I arrived at the fellowship hall and walked in with my cake lifter and toolbox to scope out the area. I sat my things on another table and this terribly old woman looks at me and says rather rudely, "The cake goes over there! (points to what is obviously the cake table) and she's been WAITING ON YOU ALL DAY!" (...keep in mind this is still well over an hour before the reception starts and I have no more decorating to do.)
As I begin to stack the tiers, this lady bursts in saying, "I've got to get this cake decorated, I've got to get this cake decorated." At that point, I see that she's got a bunch of flowers. I began to get irritated and decided to take my time putting on the monogram. The maid of honor (I know her, too) comes out and says that there was some confusion and they ended up with two monograms (she meant cake toppers). She looked at mine and says, oh definitely use that, the bride will love it. I told her that I didn't know there were going to be flowers on the cake, so I didn't prepare the cake that way. I said that if they're not organic, they could have pesticides on them and I don't want to be responsible, should anyone get sick. She turns and asks the flower lady if they're organic and she says, "NO. But the nothing will be touching the cake. All of the stems will be wrapped."
After I put the monogram on, the lady with the flowers says, "Did the bride ask you to put that W on top?" Seriously...did she really ask me that? I left with my fingers crossed that she was a florist and would be decent flower arranger.
I could go on and on about this all day but here's the end result. The first picture is what I left at the reception. The second is how the cake looked when the bride and groom cut it. I just wish I would have known she wanted flowers and I could have done it.
Yes, you can trust a skinny cake maker.
Yes, you can trust a skinny cake maker.
