Cake Tasting

Don't let it fool you! Cake tasting sounds like a fun time, but let me tell you it is difficult. Just one bite of 10 cakes leads to an upset stomach that can't remember if white was better than chocolate or if buttercream tastes better than vanilla. One step forward, two steps back.
Good thing I had John with me! He is so good at keeping me focused and not distracted by the massive amounts of cake. :) After some serious damage to our wedding diets, we finally decided. Glad to have that terrible task of eating wedding cake out of the way. Barb-sorry we forcefully dragged you along. It was a terrible job but someone had to do it. Thanks for the help. To everyone else- we look forward to watching you eat the cake that honestly took us way to long to choose.

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