Still kind of buzzing from the weekend. Back when she asked me to bake something 'for a friend' for his birthday, I had a sneaking feeling I was actualy meeting a future client of a much bigger kind. Sure enough, a few months later he became her boyfriend, and this Saturday I handed them thier wedding cake.
They went with a lemon cake layered with raspberry filling and a light mascarpone frosting, nothing too fussy, wich was a relief given it was my first multi-tier build. I did a semi-naked finish because the bride liked seeing the layers peek thru, then added dried orange slices and a few sprigs of rosemary around the edges. Doweling the tiers had me second-guessing myself the whole night before, but it stacked fine and survived the drive without a wobble.
The scariest part was honestly the car ride. I cleared out my whole trunk and wedged the box level against the back of the front seats, then took corners like I was carrying a sleeping baby. It arrived intact, they cut into it during the reception, and the top tier is now in their freezer for next year. Feels pretty surreal to go from a nervous birthday bake to this in two years.