I married in June of 2005. A dear friend had completed a culinary arts degree and insisted on making my wedding cake as her gift. She had photos of cakes she had made in the past and they all looked beautiful. I was touched to have her offer such a gift as I knew the time involved. We poured over books and the internet until we found the perfect cake. We shopped for the supplies together and as well as other wedding favors. The plan was she would bake the cake layers the morning before the wedding, cool, ice and refrigerate them overnight at her house then take the layers and supplies to the hall and put on a final layer of icing and decorations the morning of the wedding.
Well, late the night before she was supposed to bake the cakes she comes to my house and tells me about her mother and grandmother coming into town and how they are going to be going to dinner, shopping, etc. while they are in town. I’m a little confused about how she is going to bake cake whilst out running around with her mom and g’ma. She acts very hurt and assures me that she would NEVER do that to me and the cake layers will be baked early in the morning and cooling on racks before they leave on their day out. I felt ashamed that I had questioned as she seemed so hurt.
Fast forward to the wedding. She did not come to my wedding. I noticed her absence but there was so much going on that I quickly became distracted and forgot about it. After the wedding we went to the reception hall where my younger sister was waiting for me. She looked like she had been crying and she had a disturbing “deer in the headlights” look to her. Before I could ask what was wrong she was saying, “Please don’t get upset. I don’t want anything to upset you today … we’ll (she and my older sister) take care of everything so I don’t want you to freak out when I tell you this.” That’s my sisters code for : This is definitely going to make you freak out! She turns around and leads me into the kitchen where all the food from the refrigerator is on the counters and the racks and vegetable bins are on the floor. When she opens the refrigerator door and steps back I nearly screamed. There in the gutted refrigerator is what is supposed to be my wedding cake. The layers were lopsided, the frosting was full of crumbs and there were large craters in the cake. None of the decorations were on the cake. My sister then filled me in on what had transpired during the 15 minutes before I had arrived. My friend and her mother had rushed into the hall with HOT layers of cake and attempted to ice them which just tore the cake apart. (I am NOT a culinary arts major and even I know you don’t ice hot cake). When that didn’t work her mother gutted the fridge and stuffed the cake in there to cool while they ran to the grocery store to get some canned icing. On the way out the door my friend screams at my sister that under no circumstances is she to let me see the cake. Like I’m not going to notice 20 minutes before the reception is to start that I have no wedding cake. I felt like throwing up. My older sister is frantically making phone calls to every bakery (even the grocery store ones) in town trying to find a spare cake we could “wing it” with. No luck.
My friend gets back with a whole sack full of Duncan Hines canned frosting and I thought she was going to wet herself when she saw me standing in front of the refrigerator. She turned beet red and starts telling me all cakes look like this before the final icing goes on. I told her she had promised me she would bake the cake the day before and how hurt I was that she had blown off something so important after swearing she would never do that. She insisted she HAD baked the cake the day before and started to cry. I was so mad I just turned around and left her standing there. My sisters took over and did what they could with the cake. It was hideous.
When the DJ announced that my hubby and I were leaving for our honeymoon everybody gathered around to do the whole throwing bird seed thing, give us final good wishes and kiss us good bye. My friend approached me and acted like nothing had happened. Then she had the nerve to tell me that the ingredients for the cake had run more than she had expected so I owed her $50 but that the time she put into the cake would be her “gift to me”. Once again I turned on my heel without a word and left her standing there.
For weeks after I got back from my honeymoon this “friend” hounded me for the $50 even after I told her in no uncertain terms there was no way on earth I was going to pay her a dime and our friendship was over. She gave up on me and started hounding my MOTHER. I told my mother that if she gave her a dime I would disown her. I heard from a colleague that this woman had been telling everyone she was going to take me to small claims court. My sister’s SIL had taken several photos of the horrible cake so I carried them around with me to show people who this “friend” had badmouthed me to and the talk of suing me in small claims quickly stopped. 07-18-08
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