I have always loved baking, and a few years ago I got in to baking wedding cakes. I am not a professional baker by any means, but I do wear a hair net (ha) and I do my best to give every bride the cake of their dreams. So when one of my dear friends asked me to make her wedding cake, I said yes. The only caveat is that the wedding is 8 hours from home–the longest distance I have had to drive a cake by far.
My husband usually accompanies me on my cake deliveries, usually as the driver because I am typically sitting in the hatch of my old Jeep Wrangler making sure the darn things don’t tip over. I admit, I get a little neurotic with every little bump and urge my husband to go well below the speed limit–he loves that. Really. I can only imagine his excitement at the thought of traveling over 9 times the distance we have ever gone with one of my fragile confections in tow.
I’m a little nervous but if all goes according to the meticulous plan, it will go as smooth as buttercream. I’ll post pictures of the cake next week!