Everyone in my family knows that I love to eat dessert. Many times as a teen and a young adult, I would eat dessert ahead of the dinner meal. I think it’s related to impatience and wanting to get to the good stuff sooner. I have been known to peek at the end of a really good book just to have the satisfaction of knowing how the story turns out. On our wedding day, I wasn’t allowed to sample the wedding cake until after dinner.
In reality, I had my fill of wedding cake from weeks of sampling cake and filling from Harlem to Brooklyn to East Harlem. Too much of a good thing can be too much of good thing.
There were two things I desperately wanted to get right that Saturday last September. One, was completing the marriage ceremony. The other was feeding SusieQ wedding cake and being fed wedding cake.
Both went off without a hitch. Well, not quite. My rowmate from my days in the State Assembly Chamber, Rev. Karim Camara had encountered traffic, was somewhat delayed in arriving and wasn’t shown to the altar quickly.
As life would have it, SusieQ and I have different approaches to doing things. But who figured we needed practice at cutting a cake and putting forkfuls of wedding cake into each other’s mouth. Certainly, not me.
As the photo above shows, SusieQ didn’t need practice. She hit her mark on the first try. It probably helped that I was talking. I, on the other hand, was not nearly as good or on target. It probably would have helped if were looking at her instead of at the photographer. Well, I am a “recovering politician” who still reflexively turns towards and smiles for the camera.
Lastly, I must thank the bakers and cake decorators at Capri Bakery on East 116th Street from our beautiful looking and delicious wedding. It was a delicate balance of breezy lightness and Caribbean sweetness. The wedding cake was a lot like our marriage today. Like I said, “tasty.” And I think I know this story is going to have a happy ending.