What was I thinking?

"I told you to do something about the weapons all over the floor of your room," I reminded him, "and the clean laundry is still piled on your chair. You need to put it away."

"But I didn't put the laundry there," he complained, his tone betraying deep self pity, "Somebody else did."

And then my head exploded, shot off my neck, spun around the room like a balloon deflating, and as it came back to rest I heard myself say these words.

"I'm so sorry that I picked up your clothes for you and walked them all the way to your bedroom from the laundry room so that you wouldn't have to make those extra steps yourself and that all you had to do was to place the clothes that I washed and folded for you into the proper places in your drawers. What was I thinking trying to make your life easier by bringing you your clean laundry? What was I thinking, washing it and folding it for you? I am so sorry for the inconvenience it has caused you. It's must be horrible to have to deal with something like this."

Sarcasm, not exactly the Plan A of parenting, but when the choice is between that and strangling the child and then beating him on the head with his own severed limbs I'm glad it's the latter that came out.

 I'm sure going to enjoy not having to wash his clothes any more.


I am a Penis Whisperer

Bam Bam has recently discovered his boy parts, in that way that makes diaper change time into magical play time.

A little boy plays with his ball
Parenting books do not tell you that your boy child will, from birth, occasionally have a response that makes a mother feel the need to clarify the nature of her arrangement with her infant son. "Whoa there little dude! Don't get too excited. It's just a diaper change." (They don't tell you about little girls trying to insert things in places that they shouldn't be aware of yet either.)

At first they think it's just a random phenomenon. But then comes the day when they reach down there and grab in just the right spot and a grin of pleasure cracks over their little face as they realize they can make this feeling happen with their own two hands!

From that day on woe betide any attempt to tear asunder that which has been joined together. To remove said hands from the nether regions and fasten a diaper once more results in a battle of epic proportions while he screams bloody murder the whole time.

Trust me on this. Little boys keep their hands in their pants almost permanently for years after they finally master the toilet training thing and no longer have a diaper preventing constant access.

Bam Bam and I recently crossed that milestone into "epic battle for containment of the penis" at every single opportunity and it was less than happy. At one point I even tried singing to distract him. "Yes you have a peeenis, and it's very exciting. But the peeenis, needs to go awaaay!"

That worked, almost. He was startled at first into letting go, but resisted more strongly than ever once he realized what was up.

Finally one day I just told him, "It's time to say Bye-Bye to your penis now. I have to put a diaper on."

Imagine my surprise when he happily waved goodbye to his penis and allowed me to fasten his diaper. Except, every time I put on a diaper now he waves bye-bye to his penis, smiling at me. If I forget to say good bye to it too he will struggle and fight as before.

So several times a day you will find me cheerily wishing my one year old's penis a fond farewell. It's better than fighting over it, let me tell you.


On Making People Laugh

I'm going to apologize for not updating all week by telling you what I was doing, now it's done.

You may remember that at The Charis Solution Benefit Concert we had last November we had a couple of comedians perform in between musical sets. The whole concert was fantastic and the comics were hysterical and so we thought we had a magical combination going on and thought we would host a series of Comedy Night Fundraisers this summer.

(Parts of the livestream worked and are worth watching. These guys were so funny. It's really amazing that they came and performed for us.)

Which is where I start to learn that I actually know nothing about what goes into making such a thing successful. You guys, the learning curve since I started this non-profit thing, always so steep.

So, things I learned last week.

Comedians work hard! They spend a lot of time honing their craft and sometimes it's like heavy lifting to get a crowd to laugh.

The guys we had come were amazing, gave their time for free, and worked their butts off to make sure the people who came had a good time. Not only that they tailored their acts to make sure they were PG13 just for us. You should check them out.

Peter Marr
(Peter has been a TV Host, and does amazing impressions, and I'm failing at doing him justice but he was really fun to watch.)
Andy Wasif

(Who considers himself first and foremost a comedy writer and his blog is really funny, what he has up so far. He has published a number of books including one about about sport fans titled Red Sox Fans are From Mars, Yankees fans are from Uranus.)

Andrew Long

(Who gets up to all sorts of strange shenanigans. He is super talented.)

Beau McFarland

(Who is, in addition to being a super funny guy, a very smart and compassionate person who is a really good friend.)

and David Hodges, (Whom I shall show my gratitude by helping to make a website, or facebook page, or SOMETHING that I can link to.)

Next show is July 27th. Here we go again.

Other things I learned:

If you want your event to be on TV then you have to know the right people to contact. Then you have to gently harass them just to make sure they got the email, and to make sure your event is even on their calendar. Then you need to realize that you have about 30 seconds on the phone to tell a producer about it and you had better sell the heck out of those 30 seconds or you'll get nothing. And also that some morning news shows producers won't do anything with comedy unless it's a very well known comedian because it's too risky.

College radio stations on the other hand will happily promote your event for you which was awesome.

I also learned that comedy clubs start late, that comics like their rooms dark and their audiences warm and that if you can get people drinking alcohol it makes the whole thing run more smoothly, which is why we're hoping we can do the next event in a brew pub since the venue we are currently using has a no alcohol policy.

I also make really mean chocolate chip cookies, and molded chocolates, and that I prefer to do it at 2am rather than have my kids "help", when I'm doing large batches on a deadline.

Guess how much sleep I learned I could function without also? A lot, apparently.

Also I learned more deeply that I can't do this alone. Thanks a million Janessa, and Nicole, and Sara, and Jessie. But I did learn that I can be the person in charge, and that we can actually get things done on schedule.

I also couldn't be doing this at all without extended family so close. Seriously. Aaron is out of town for two whole weeks this time. There is no way I could have done anything on Friday with any kind of efficiency if my little BIL didn't spend all day helping me with the kids. I couldn't have done the after show stuff, if my other BIL Levi hadn't driven the kids home for me, and returned the tables I rented. And I couldn't have done any middle of the shoe stuff without my MIL watching BamBam. I'm so grateful that people I trust to take care of my kids for a few hours are in such abundant supply around here, and most often willing, when I have something like this to do.


What Father's Do

Dad's take you higher

In Aaron's post A Big Enough Story, that I linked to last week, he concludes by asking what sorts of things we can do as parents to push back horizons and expand the universe for our children. (It makes me so happy that the man I love is the kind of guy who works his butt off to give his kids a big huge story so that they will not be satisfied with pleasures too small.)

And catch you when you come down

And send you right back up again, higher than before.

That got me thinking about my dad. There is one thing my dad consistently did, and still does, my whole entire life that when I think about it as an adult is sort of awe inspiring.

Ever since I was a little girl I remember my dad giving people a place to stay. He built a little partition in the basement so that people he met who had nowhere to sleep for the night could have a semi private place to crash at our house.

Essentially he took in homeless people. Not everyone, but he was always ready to give someone a place to sleep if he thought it was safe.

Now, many might question the wisdom of that, and there was one occasion when it wasn't the best outcome, but given the sheer numbers of people that he has taken care of over the years it's quite remarkable.

My dad has a house right down town in the little town I grew up in, only 2 doors down from the latest open liquor store in town. When a big drunk native kid showed up on his doorstep one day trying to bum change for more beer my dad invited him back into the kitchen for a hamburger, which was really the only thing he knew how to cook back then. That kid stayed with my dad almost 8 years. He would try and move out and get on his feet, and things would go badly, and maybe he would start using drugs again, and dad would just take him back in, pick him up off of the metaphorical floor and help him start over again.

He would call me, all excited over how well one or other of the guys that came through his house were doing. He forgave, thousands, and thousands of dollars owed him in back rent by guys with gambling problems, he let so many come back and try again and come back again. He was basically a halfway house. Now the city calls him and guys who are just getting out of rehab, or jail and need a place to stay often go home with him.

He goes to jail every week to talk with the guys there and pray with them.

I mention this in the context of Aaron's post because I distinctly remember an occasion when I was 20 that really bothered me. I was at a "church school" thing. Everyone there had been learning all this stuff about caring about the things that God cares about, catch phrases like "radical love for the disenfranchised" were floating around, and these people were supposed to be figuring out ways to genuinely live out their faith, a faith that has as one of it's basic tenants, care for the poor.

There was this street kid named Pasqual that I had gotten to be friends with. We had invited him to come hang out with us at the motel where we all stayed for this course. He came on his birthday, bought shampoo for lice, which must have cost a lot of his resources, so he wouldn't infect anyone. I let him have a shower in my room and then asked the 2 guys who didn't have a full room if he could crash on their couch for the night. ( was sharing a room with 2 other girls or I would have gladly let him crash on my bed and taken the floor or couch.

That sparked an administrative incident with everyone freaking out about what they should do. The 2 guys I had asked, one from the UK and one from Japan, were extremely uncomfortable, everyone conferences in hushed tones to figure out what to do. In the end they decided to take this boy to a dumpster behind the church and set hi up with some cardboard boxes, in spite of the other person who had offered to pay for a seperate room for him for the night. I was heartbroken, I cried all night. He, predictably, wanted nothing to do with us after that. We invited him to be there, and then freaked out at the idea of giving him space on a fold out couch, that no one was using, because they were afraid.

When I was talking to the kid who I had first asked later he was defensive and asked, "Well, you were asking me to do something that you wouldn't have done. I mean, it wasn't quite fair to ask me to do that. You weren't going to do that."

To which I was able to respond quite truthfully, "If the rest of you hadn't been here Pasqual would have had a place to sleep tonight that wasn't a cardboard box. I grew up giving people like him a place to stay in my home. That's just what you do when you see someone in need. I mean, we're Christians right? The only reason I didn't invite him to stay in my room was because I knew the 2 other girls staying with me would have freaked out about sleeping with a strange guy there. My request to you was something I grew up thinking of as completely normal and reasonable to ask of someone."

I realize now that I got that from my dad. Whatever his faults, my dad lives what he believes. He believes that he should give someone a place to stay if they need it, so he does. He believes it's better to err on the side of generosity and believing the best than to never, ever be stolen from. And he may be right.

This is one way I can say concretely that my dad gave me a bigger universe to live in, expanded the story for me of life past just taking care of myself and my own.

And I'm thankful for it, and thankful to be married to a man who does the same for his children, by caring for others in need.

Thanks Dad. Happy Father's Day.


Is your story big enough?

How one parents seems to be directly linked to ones expectations of parenting, family life, and the world in general. You may have noticed it.

A parent will talk about the sibling fighting, the way they are mean to each other, in a tone that betrays that this is just how they expect things to be, siblings fight with each other and are cruel, and that's life. At some point you realize that they think that's the only way for things to be because that's been their only experience of things. They feel the truth that just telling them to stop it won't really make any difference.

Or there's the mother who expects her 14 year old daughter to be promiscuous, and talks about it in terms of how to avoid her getting pregnant. She talks that way because that is her reality, and that's the only reality she knows. She knows that her children won't do what they are told not to do because she knows she didn't obey when she was that age. Why should she expect them to? She may not like it, but she isn't aware that there are different options for her, and her children.

There are the parents who expect that their underage children will date, because they did, the ones who hope they only use safe drugs, because they did or knew kids that did, the ones who fund and host the alcoholic binges because it's better if they do what they are going to do anyway while at home.

They throw their hands into the air and wish for the best while all the while laying a foundation that allows for the worst to happen.

And then there are those, what we like to think of as the good parents, who are involved and engaged and simply hope for a happy life for our kids: comfortable, successful, and free of pain. We tell them what not to do in order to avoid what is bad. We try to make them understand that doing certain things will limit their choices in other areas and could cause them pain. But even here, we wonder if they will listen. We wonder if they will want for themselves the life that we have shown them.

Children need us to give them something bigger, something more inspiring, than simply not doing what is foolish. Telling them what not to do, or giving up on telling them what not to do, is a failure to give them something to do that is worth more to them than the things they ought not to do. They need a bigger story.

I was talking to my younger sister in law a few days ago and we were discussing how her, and all of her 9 siblings have avoided the relationship trap, more or less. It may be hard for you to believe but none of them entered into any sort of romantic relationships until well into their twenties. And most of them only did so when they thought they might be interested in marrying the person they were in a relationship with. (Though not for a lack of trying on the part of others who were interested in them from time to time.)

We talked about how successfully her parents have instilled in them that they have better and bigger things to do with their life than move from one romantic entanglement to another. That they all have the mindset that dating, just for the sake of dating, is simply a waste of time and energy that could be devoted to far better and more worthwhile things.

We talked about how so many people I talk to simply don't believe that this is possible, or realistic, and how it seems their view of their life, and their children's lives are far too small.

Aaron joined the conversation at some point and expanded greatly on what it is that he sees his parents have done, and what we are trying to do as parents too. So I begged him to write a blog post about it, and this whole post is simply a prelude to his post.

Here's a snippet.

My parents gave me a big universe. I grew up in a world where people's lives were transformed by a power greater than my parents because my parents acted. I grew up with a father who gave more than he had for the sake of not just an abstract notion of truth but a truth that hit the ground and set people free from crippling abuse and lies. I grew up with a mother that decided that her measure of success was the quality of humans she let loose on the world.

Go and read it, you will thank me, and him.

Wherein I tell you all my cake making secrets

As promised here, I will now share my recipes for the best cakes ever, maybe. To begin with I should explain something. I have hardly ever fully invented a cake recipe. I usually start with a really delicious cake recipe that someone else made and then alter it beyond all recognition. That's allowed in baking by the way. Changing ingredients until you have what you really want.

(There was a time when I would have posted this on my food blog, but I haven't been there in so long, and I'm actually wondering how I can just import it into this one and create a seperate food section. Feel free to let me know how I can do this in the comments if you know.)

About 5 years ago Aaron discovered this recipe for Italian Cream Cake. All hail the internet for yielding old family recipes at the click of a button. I bet if you just followed the recipe to the letter this cake would be delicious. Not that we ever have. We just can't help it. We tweak things, and the tweak some more. It's a great base recipe though because it's very rich, and fairly firm, which is important in something like a wedding cake, with a nice fine crumb.

Ok, the first time he made it he simply left out the walnuts, because he doesn't like them.

Well, then I wanted to make him something special for his birthday one year and he loves key lime pie. Enter, the Key Lime Cream Cake. It is truly a labor of love if you make this cake, be warned.

I thought to myself, "What if I replaced all the coconut in the cake with key lime zest instead?" So I zested a whole bag of key limes. That takes a while my friends, that takes a while.

It turned out so delicious that I had to make it pretty much every year from then on, and then other family members requested it also, and finally, I made it for a wedding cake for 150 people about 3 years ago. Only that cake had white chocolate ganache filling and was brushed with blackberry liqueur. I know, fancy schmancy. (There was absolutely no cake left at that wedding. It was just gone!)

The ganache was Aaron's idea, just FYI. He's a cake genius. I learned a lot from him after we got married, and I thought I knew everything, having been raised by my mother who makes fabulous cakes for all occasions in her sleep.

So I bet you want the recipe right?

Ok. Well, I read that in recipes the ingredients list isn't copy righted, which is fine, because I always change them, but that the directions are. So I'm going to post my revised ingredient list here, and send you over there to get the directions, and then you can come back over here for more how to get the thing to look sort of pretty and finishing touches after that. Cool?

Key Lime Cream Cake Ingredients


  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 1 teaspoon baking Soda
  • 1 cup unsalted butter
  • 2 cups white sugar
  • 5 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon key lime juice
  • Zest from one whole bag of key limes
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 8 ounces cream cheese
  • 1/2 cup unsalted butter
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 4 cups confectioners' sugar
  • 1 tablespoons key lime juice
  • 1 tablespoon heavy cream


  1. Follow the link. Except when they say to grease the pans also trace the bottom of the cake pan onto parchment paper, or just regular paper works if you don't have any parchment paper, and put it in the bottom of the cake pan as a liner. You will thank me later, when you are trying to get your cake out of the pan without breaking it, that I told you to take this step.
  2. I had to put in a revised step 2 here also, because I changed the ingredients so much it would be confusing otherwise. In a large bowl, cream together 1 cup butter, and white sugar until light and fluffy. Mix in the eggs, buttermilk mixture, 1 teaspoon key lime juice, key lime zest, baking powder and flour. Stir until just combined. Pour batter into the prepared pans.
  3. Do what they say.
  4. Leave out the nuts and coconut. Don't forget to add the bit of lime juice. I like the heavy cream better because the more fat the firmer the icing, and it balances the lime juice. This is the most perfect cream cheese icing recipe. I use it all the time. But hold on before this step and read what I have to say about brushing and glaze.
I would dearly love to lay it all out for you in one place, but I don't want to take away from the original recipe poster, or get sued for copyright infringement. I would copy and paste it all into a word document and then just add, or substitute my instructions and ingredients in the original recipe where appropriate before printing.

Ok, so, brushing and glaze. This takes a good cake and makes it amazing. It moistens and adds flavor and just makes it fabulous. So, for the key lime version, I then juice all those little limes that I zested before. I told you it was a labor of love. Then add icing sugar. You want it to be as thick as you can get it while still being able to brush it on. (You probably won't need all the lime juice, start with half.) If you want to fancy it up use something like a blackberry liqueur. It looks pretty too as the purple seeps down through the yellow cake.

Now, with a pastry brush, brush this over each layer of the cake before you put the icing on. Then put it on the outside of the assembled cake, all over. It's going to drip, just wipe it off. Then put it in the fridge to chill for a while, the freezer if you're in a hurry. This helps the icing layers firm up and hold together while you do the outside.

Now, icing is just hard to do without good equipment. It's kind of hard to do with good equipment too, but not as hard. Get a long icing spatula. Wait for one of those 50% off sales at Micheal's and just get the thing. Also helpful is one of those spinning tray things. I use an old lazy susan from a friend's garage that they weren't using any more. It's sturdier than that plastic thing they sell in the cake decorating section.

Start by piling a bunch of icing on the top. Hold the spatula flat, turn the turntable thingie, and just hold the spatula there, somewhat centered. Ideally the top will get nice and smooth and you will be able to then smooth the overflow around the sides. Just hold the spatula again and turn it. To make it textured on purpose I use the back of a spoon and strategically move it around as I spin the cake.

If you go so far as to use flowers just cut off the stems, shove a double pointed toothpick into the flower and the other into the cake. Arrange as you like.


Did you catch all that? Good, because that was by far the most tricky cake to describe.

There are a few other variations I really like on the base cream cake recipe.

Lemon Cream Cake.

Substitute the zest of one lemon, 1 teaspoon lemon juice, and one teaspoon vanilla extract for the key lime ingredients. Add a touch of lemon juice to the icing as well. Glaze with lemon juice of course. (I just tried this recently and am kind of in love with the results.)

Strawberry Cream Cake

Make the cake as the original instructions indicate, omitting the walnuts and coconut. (Unless you want to keep the coconut, that could taste amazing.) Only buy a package of freeze dried strawberries at Trader Joe's or elsewhere. Put the strawberries in the blender. (Don't accidentally put the little silica package in there too.) Blend until it's basically powder, and add to the batter. Glaze this one with a little milk, or berry liqueur, or strawberry juice. You can make the icing pink as well with more ground up freeze dried strawberries. You can also use blueberries, raspberries, etc to get different colors and flavors.

This little lady here has a pink dress because of strawberries, not food coloring.

And finally....

This year I decided to change thing up for Aaron's birthday. I started with this great Blackberry Spice Cake recipe that I made once before. But this is Aaron, and this cake was frankly a little too boring for him on it's own. So I substituted fresh ground cardamom for the cinnamon, coconut sugar for the brown sugar, and added chopped pistachios, unsalted, to the outside for garnish and flavor. (Coconut sugar comes in a can at the Asian food market, and it's amazing. You could happily eat it with a spoon. It's all wet and syrupy, and apparently better for you than regular sugar.) Whatever it is it makes amazing cake.

(I also baked it in 3 round pans instead of waiting a whole hour for it to bake in one pan and then cutting it. It only takes about 15-20 minutes this way. Just brush with a little milk to moisten after.)

This cake has supplanted the Key Lime cake as the best cake ever for many people who regularly attend Aaron's birthday celebrations, including for me, so that's telling you something isn't it?

So go forth my friends, make cake, and eat it with someone you like.

Should I ask Aaron to guest post about chocolate cakes sometime? His are amazing. He's a chocolate wizard, which makes me a very lucky woman, let me tell you.


PHFR - Wedding Cake

There's a bit of a wedding theme going on over at Like Mother, Like Daughter right now. That may have something to do with the fact that Sukie and Deirdre are both marrying within a few short months of each other.

So it seems appropriate to tell you about the wedding cakes I just recently made.

A friend of a friend somehow was without a cake just a short week before her daughter's wedding. So she emailed her friends asking if anyone could put together a cake for her, which was then passed on to me because people remember when you do stuff like decorate wedding cakes. So I said yes, only partly because she was paying, because, really it's not worth it if I don't enjoy it, but every penny helps now that my second born is also in need of extensive orthodontia.

She had purchased cake mixes, which would have made it easy, but I just couldn't bring myself to make a cake that didn't actually taste good. So I went the much more time consuming and expensive, and personally satisfying route of baking all the cakes from scratch. The big cake is lemon cream cake. The two medium ones are cardamom spice with blackberry filling, and the tall little cake that isn't in the final photos was strawberry cream cake.

There are ways to make cakes look perfect, but they usually require sacrifices when it comes to flavor. I'm ideologically opposed to such a thing. Cake had better taste good, or don't bother making it.

I owe at least one of you a recipe, Bethany, so I'm aiming for putting them up this week for you.


It's fun to look at final shots first isn't it?





Flowers make everything pretty. Though at first when I got there I was worried because I couldn't find the ladies with the flowers and they only had a very few for me. I guess no one told them I was bringing 4 cakes! But then they realized I didn't need any stems and there were dozens of flowers to choose from after that.



This is a quick shot of the tent the reception was held in. It was a pretty classy event. Much fancier than my humble cakes.


A 6 layer little strawberry cream cake, whimsical, adorable, delicious. What could go wrong?


I watch this kid sometimes during the home schooling week. He was a great help the day I was assembling the cakes and juiced a stack of lemons for the glaze.


That's the secret to a flavorful cake by the way. In a lemon or lime cake, mix juice and icing sugar and brush it on between the layers, and on the sides. It helps with icing because it hardens and keeps the crumbs out of the way, but mostly it adds a lot of flavor.


I was tucking the bigger kids into bed the night before the wedding. (Aaron was out of town for the whole week I was making cake.) BamBam quietly wandered out of their room and when I came out he was sitting beside this cake that was barely cooled stuffing fistfuls of it into his mouth. This is in funny because it's much better to laugh at this sort of thing than to yell and cry about needing to bake more cake.  I consider it proof positive that the cake is delicious.



Progress shot. Smooth icing, no decoration.


And finally for this little cake. It almost made it. Even though it turned out to be too tall to fit into the freezer, it was refrigerated a good long time, and had sticks running through it everywhere to hold it together and up.

It survived the 20 minutes drive on the freeway in rush hour traffic. I survived the big pothole at the main entrance to the wedding venue. It even survived the first trip up the near vertical driveway toward the reception tent and kitchen. What is didn't survive was the poor directions and how I had to drive back down that crazy hill and then back up it again.

The large cake nearly slid right off it's base on that trip, the medium cakes were fine but there was no rescuing this little guy. The bottom layer was completely crushed.

It would have been adorable too on it's tall stand we had for it. I was going to tie a bow around it about 3/4 of the way up. Ah well.

The kitchen staff asked me what I was going to do with it and I told them, "I'm not doing anything. You are going to cut it and serve it at cake time. There's no reason they shouldn't eat it, even if they can't look at it. And that, I assume, is what they did.

Here are a few tips and trick for those of you who feel brave enough to make a wedding cake one day.

1. On a tiered cake, put each tier on cardboard rounds. Cut straws to equal lengths, just taller than the cake layer iced, and then push them into the cake. These hold the weight of the stacked up layers so that the cake doesn't get crushed. (They also help the cake to stay together better.) Don't assemble all the tiers until you get to where you're going. Carefully place them on the center where you have the straws waiting to support them.

2. Chill everything before transport, and before icing, and in between layers, and, well, get a really big fridge.

3. Take extra icing with you and anything else you will need to fix bumps and bruises from transport.

4. Fresh flowers make everything prettier. And most florists will provide extra for the cake free of charge. But don't stick the flowers right into the cake. Break off the stems and use double sided toothpicks. You stick one end in the flower and the other in the cake. This make it easier to rearrange if you need to as well.

5. You can use cloth ribbon to make it look more finished. I've done this on 2 cakes now and it looks pretty. The icing holds it on for you.

6. Make it taste good. The last thing people want to do is eat a gorgeous wedding cake that tastes like cardboard. Make them happy they are getting to eat your cake.

7. You will always need more flour, sugar, eggs, butter, cream cheese, icing sugar, etc than you think you will. I had to go out 3 times to get things I ran out of this time. And I've done this before! Though, this is the first time I have made 4 cakes all at once and one of them so huge.

Have you made a wedding cake before? Do you have any more tips? Leave them in the comments.

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