I’m super excited about our wedding cake because I’ve asked my mom to make it. My mouth is watering just thinking about it! I didn’t feel like forking over serious moolah for a cake with questionable delectability (Yep, just made that word up.) But seriously, more often than not, I have not enjoyed the cake served at weddings. And I know good and well my mom makes a mean one.
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I looked forward to my birthday each year growing up because I knew something fan-freaking-tastic was coming out of the oven with my name written on it. Heck, I remember my siblings and I persuading mom it was a good idea to bake a cake for no reason at all about once a month. And the icing…oh, don’t even get me started on the icing. Mom’s icing is bonkers it’s so good. And ya know, it doesn’t really matter to me that mom doesn’t have experience decorating. I would rather my cake taste good than look like a million bucks. And with mom behind the batter, it’s sure to be yumtastic.
The Frozen Southerner 