The Cake Nazi

Today was the day we met with the "Cake Nazi" to decide upon the perfect wedding cake. One might say it is a little harsh to refer to this kind, eccentric, older woman, in those terms, but I do it in the fondness way. She is extremely presumptuous about her abilities to prepare, create, and display wedding cakes. She presents a variety of flavors of cake, frosting, and fillings. Many of these she has prepared and ready for you to sample during the decision making process.

One of the reasons we fondly refer to this woman as the "Cake Nazi", is because she has specific spoken, and unspoken rules (maybe she refers to them as recommendations).

First, there is NOT a bad choice when selecting one of HER cake flavors. They are all wonderful.

Second, She makes the best marzipan in Utah.

Third, Never push or shove cake into your wife or husband's face at the reception.

I am sure there are many other recommendations that she had, that we just nodded to gracefully. It's just easier that way.

We sampled a variety of cake flavors. While sampling the coconut cake, Sarah blurted out a VERY loud, BLAH!! Jordan kicked her under the table, I gasped, and the "Cake Nazi" said, "Don't you like coconut cake?" To which Sarah replied, "No I don't like coconut cake." The crazed "Cake Nazi" responded, "Well, I'm sure you like MY coconut cake." To which we all nodded, and praised the cake.

We were afraid our plans for the wedding cake were shattered, after offending the "Cake Nazi". Jordan quickly smoothed things over, and we wrapped up our meeting. The last thing we wanted to hear was the dreadful words, "No cake for you."