I fell asleep so incredibly early last night. Hubby and I ate at 6 pm, and I'll confess I drank a little bit too much. Maybe 1.5 glasses too much. That knocked me out by about 7:30 pm on the living room sofa under my favorite alpaca blanket. Hubby left me there until 9 pm, at which time I went up to bed.

I have had oodles of energy today. This morning I straightened up all around the house and cleaned many things, including my pet bird's area, and most of the kitchen. I sweating like a hog. I took a shower, but started sweating again. Then I did something impulsive.

Since yesterday, I have been obsessing about how I barely got a taste of my wedding cake over 20 years ago. On my wedding day, I was served barely a sliver. Then one year later we returned to Prague, Czech Republic, where we were married, and my sister-in-law thawed the top of my wedding cake that she had kept in her freezer (she lives in CZ, hubby and I live in the US). The top of the cake was very small, and yet there were 7 people that night who wanted a piece. I remember my sister-in-law's sons got much bigger pieces than me. Again, I barely got a sliver. I remember being angry and later complaining about it to my then 1-year husband. He told me I was ungrateful, that she had kept it in her freezer and that I was acting selfish. Maybe I was, but I think brides have some right to be self-centered to a degree. My nephews and the others could have eaten apple strudel, and left the cake to my husband and me.

So, yesterday I was looking online for recipes for MY wedding cake. I am a good baker, but not talented at certain baking techniques. I decided that I was GOING to have my wedding cake again, and was NOT going to share it with anyone other than my husband. I don't care how many calories it is! If there is half left, I'll freeze it in MY freezer and defrost the rest next year, and again, only share it with my husband.

Today I went to a couple of bakeries to inquire if they could make it. Only the gourmet French store clerk said that their baker might be able to do it. I'll hopefully hear yea or nay by tomorrow. Anyway, it's a white cake with a real raspberry preserve and whipped cream filling topped with a sheet of white marzipan, instead of icing. I asked for the smallest cake they would make (probably 6-8 servings size). I also asked that there be pink marzipan roses on top, or at least roses made of icing. My only stipulation was that the decorations not be cheesy. I suppose I shouldn't have said that. Oh well!

The cake will probably cost a fortune from that baker (if he/she can do it), but I don't care. I'm willing to spend up to $100. I think any more than that for that size cake would be totally over doing it. Marzipan covered cakes are not usual in my area. Raspberry fillings are also usually some crap artificially flavored raspberry and red food coloring. I was very insistent that the raspberry filling MUST be real raspberry, preferably raspberry preserves.

I went to the pharmacy right afterwards, but they didn't have my medication in stock. I decided then that I would see if there was even an approximation of a raspberry filled cake piece available downtown since I was yearning for a taste (I had already checked out the diner and they only had strawberry shortcake). I decided to go to the World of Cupcakes store. They did indeed have a cupcake with raspberry filling (they have more than 50 varieties of cupcakes), but of course it was yellow cake, that fake imitation raspberry filling, and sugary vanilla icing. I ate it anyway, getting the most enjoyment out of telling the clerk my entire wedding cake story. Luckily there were no other customers in the store. I thanked her for listening to my story and then finally returned home. Now anyone reading this knows my story, too. Normally I'd want to write about it in my blog, but my Czech sister-in-law reads my blog. That wouldn't be good.

The cake will surprise my husband, and I imagine he'll find it sweet, but I know the cake is mostly for me. More than twenty years later and I'm feeling like Bridezilla.