We do wedding cakes almost every Saturday. Usually one or two. Sometimes three or four, depending on the size of the cake(s) and the delivery details. Today was just one wedding, plus two cakes to give away at a Bridal Show tomorrow at the Bama Theatre in Tuscaloosa (and many, many birthday and other cakes to be picked up).
The wedding looked to be lovely, at a private home overlooking Lake Tuscaloosa. Did I mention a LARGE private home? This is THE HOUSE. The cakes were to be displayed downstairs, and we took an elevator!
The theme was a Tuscan Wedding. We supplied the cakes (brides and grooms), gelato for 300, and many dozen Italian style cookies (biscotti, pignoli macaroons, almond butter cookies, thumbprints, etc...).
Since the wedding was not to start until 7pm (about the same time as the Alabama-Georgia game), we did not deliver the cake until after 4. Photos were underway, music was playing, food cooking, bar in full swing, and flowers everywhere.
After taking the cake parts downstairs in the elevator and putting them together, I went in search of Scott, the floral designer from Dorothy McDaniel's Flower Market in Birmingham. He's one of a handful of outstanding designers we get to work with at weddings and other events in West Alabama.
He pulled himself away from the mountains of flowers being installed in every corner of the house, inside and out to put a few on our cake. Simple, but elegant (usually one of the most overused phrases in the wedding business, but certainly appropriate here). He knew just when to stop.
We had brought the gelato on salted ice in big coolers and that was a good thing because the house, large as it was, seemed to be short on freezer space. If I am ever so wealthy to build a mansion like this for entertaining, remind me to install a walk-in freezer and refrigerator.
The caterer, the chef at Miss Melissa's Cafe in Moundville, and an old friend as well (a great benefit of working in a reasonably small town - at least compared to Atlanta or New York), was busy with his crew roasting boar,and goodness knows what else; it smelled heavenly. His daughter went to task putting the cookies on platters while we brought in the (infamous by this point) horse's ass groom's cake. Eventually we went home, but I am sure the party will be going on for a very long time. Congratulations to brides and grooms everywhere today.