A Big Cake

It was with great joy and gladness that we celebrated the wedding of Karis y Samuel last weekend. There were a few busy weeks before the event, teams of creative friends making huge paper garlands, slicing avocados, fashioning giant to-do lists, arranging flowers, curling hairs, and sharing secrets. K has been my closest comrade in our New York days. Almost two years ago we moved in together, leaving our comfortable opposing southern cities to try our hands (and feet) in this frustrating and cool cool cool place. Many pairs of hole-y shoes later, we were all three cheers, celebrating the union of this bright gal with her man, S. How do we seal and cheer these vows? With rings and smooches of course, but also with cake. I was honored to make the Big Cake and it was just that, Big. The height of each slice was so many inches that the ends touched the edges of each plate. Needless to say, cutting this four-tiered mammoth was a bit of a disaster but everyone was so happy and full of wine by the time the first slice was sliced that there were no complaints about the messy layer of coconut lemon cake, zesty curd, and buttercream in front of them.

Photos by TB

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