We had decided on a hippy themed wedding for a variety of reasons, and sticking with the theme, the bride and groom would be wearing tie dyed t-shirts, bandana head bands, and even a rainbow veil with the bride’s headband. What could be more perfect than a tie dyed wedding cake?
The problem is that while the amateur cake decorator (the adult daughter) is quite talented, she’s also in a town that has never had a cake decorating course presented. She’s all self taught, through online resources and books, along with ample trial and error. (Never mind the bride can still remember when she was incapable of making macaroni and cheese from a box…)
Tie dyed frosting isn’t exactly something that is EASY.
They sent me a photo of the first attempt, via a cell phone. I’m told the cell phone photo didn’t do it justice, and I’m glad. It looked like someone had killed Rainbow Brite on a white table. It was gory, it wasn’t…edible looking.
I have to have faith. I would be happy with a plain white cake with a plastic bride and groom on it, actually. I’ve begged and pleaded with her to keep it simple, as I envision the nightmare of that 100 mile drive with the cake to the beachside location. I don’t want her stressed out over that, and I don’t want her upset because %$D#@$^& in a blue sedan pulled out in front of her and made her slam on her brakes…sending cake flying everywhere inside of the car.
Remember the K.I.S.S. theory? It’s Keep It Simple, Stupid. There is nothing wrong with simplicity. Still, I know her quest for perfection. She’s talented and artistic, but without formal training. I pleaded for no fondant, as I wanted a cake that I considered edible. (I hate fondant.)
She has insisted on full artistic control of the cake. My mother and I considered just going with a professionally decorated small cake…but she’s determined. It’s her wedding gift to us, this amazingly complicated cake that I have no idea what it’s going to look like.
I did see some of the “stuff” for the cake. I think it’s four or five tiers. There’s a square AND rounds involved. There are columns.
Should I be afraid?
I did remind her that traditionally, the bride picks out the cake and decides what it’s going to look like. Her response?
“Since when are you traditional?”
I couldn’t argue with that. After all, we’re having a hippy costumed wedding on the beach in October in Hancock County, Mississippi. We’re doing our own thing with the rest of it, how could I call in the tradition card on the cake?
Besides, she makes the BEST pulled pork known to man, and I really want her happy enough to make that. Heck, we’ll get married every month if it means she’ll make pulled pork…
Do you think I can get that recipe out of her? No way, I just get this long winded story about her search for her favorite breast & butt rub and being told instead to try Boudreaux’s Butt Paste from the baby section at Walmart…
But that’s a story for another day, right?
As for seeing what the cake looks like…that will have to wait. I don’t get to see it until the Big Day on Saturday…and I’ll certainly take photos of the biggest day of our lives…and the most mysterious wedding cakes for a hippy wedding ever made.
If you would like to see the photos of the tie dyed cake, they can be found here.