The Bunting Bash: Let Them Eat Cake
One of the things I was exceptionally eager to see for the first time was our cake. Though the cake wasn’t exactly high on my wedding priority list and I never really believed the lines cake vendors try to feed brides about their wedding being judged entirely by the cake (seriously?), I was still excited to see that frosted structure.
And boy, it did not disappoint! Our cake vendor did a wonderful job translating my idea from this…
sketch courtesy Sandy at Cascade Confections
It fit on our handmade cake pedestal perfectly and looked lovely with the portrait toppers and bunting garland I slaved over the night before. And boy do I love the simple, delicious texture created by the uneven horizontal lines.
Having sampled our signature flavor of lemon cake with strawberry, peach mouse, and cream cheese filling prior to our wedding and knowing just how absolutely delicious it was, my new husband and I were more than willing to make that first slice.
The cake knife we used, which happened to be the very one my mother used on her wedding day, wasn’t exactly made of steel. Or any strong metal, for that matter.
It bent under the weight of our slice, and we had one helluva time trying to get that piece away from the cake mothership.
I think we got about a quarter of what we actually cut on to our plate, and even then we almost lost that portion. Just goes to show that a sturdy cake knife is perhaps one thing worthy of some attention.
But our slice, however small, provided enough to fulfill its purpose. And that purpose, of course, is being shoved into one another’s mouths. I was a bit suspicious… was Mr. Bunting going to smear cake all across my face?
Nope, I was safe. That cake went straight into the mouth. And these Buntings don’t do baby-bites. We go all out. Or at least I had to. Thanks, Mr. Bunting, for this rather unattractive photo op of me trying to open my mouth wide enough to accommodate that piece of meteoric proportions.
Seriously, I’m only showing the unflattering photo below because I love you all.
But this was going all too innocently for my tastes. So it was time for me to make my move and attempt to smear his nose with some frosting. Man is he fast! He’s got ninja reflexes, and I only managed to get a tiny bit on him.
But like a good sport, I took his retaliation without any quick ninja moves. (Only because I don’t have any. Boo.)
Every cake fight wouldn’t be complete without making up in the form of frosted cake kisses. Who are we kidding? You and I both know this is just another opportunity to get more frosting on the other person’s face.
Once cleaned up, we made up for reals.
Are you planning on partaking in the notorious cake face-smearing? Mr. Bunting had expressed no interest in that little ritual, but I knew when the time came I wouldn’t be able to resist an attack.
*Marked photos are copyright Bryan and Mae Photography. Unmarked photos are personal or guest photos.
Follow the adventure:
- We had a fluffing party and rehearsed.
- I woke up and got ready with my girls.
- I step into the prettiest white dress I’ll ever wear.
- Mr. Bunting recounts getting ready at the Man Cave.
- Wishin’ and prayin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ for perfect weather.
- I received the most important Post-It Note. Ever.
- We race toward one another for our first look.
- Mushy-lovey photos ensued shortly after.
- We strutted our stuff as one big happy Bunting Bunch.
- Our guests started to arrive: welcome to our wedding.
- I went into hiding… and panicked.
- Our wedding party assembled on time, but the bride was missing.
- I arrive fashionably late in a horse-drawn carriage.
- We listen to a reading and turn to wave at our guests.
- We exchange our vows, which inspire both tears and laughter.
- Mr. Bunting slips on my wedding band, and I his.
- Collected sand and earth offer a twist for our Foundation Ceremony.
- Mr. Bunting just can’t wait any longer to kiss his bride!
- Our horse-drawn carriage takes us for a private stroll.
- Cookies were had by all, and they were as delicious as they were beautiful.
- Spontaneity hits and we throw all our poms into the air. Oh, and at each other.
- Our reception hall is filled to the brim with details, details, and more details!
- Our party marches in to the tune of Star Wars.
- Yeah, toast(s)!
- Unsurprisingly, there’s more kissing! This time our guests get involved.