Breaking Tradition… and then Fixing it

It’s time to play a bit of catch up, huh?

This past weekend, Joe and I went to a Louis CK benefit show for Staten Island at the St. George Theater – which is quite the hidden gem on this island.  Joe loves Louis CK so I thought it would be worth it to pick up some tickets.  They were a little pricey but 1) I knew the money would be helping people here, 2) Joe’s been doing so many good things in our area that he deserved something like this, and 3) it was nice to get out of the house, have a date night, and just laugh… and laugh we did.  Louis CK cracked us up, but we got quite the surprise when Chris Rock was the opening act.  I’m still sort of freaking out over it.

So, while we had a fun weekend, I bet you’re also interested in knowing how we celebrated our first anniversary (I never got to have our anniversary week on the blog).  Or maybe you just like seeing photos of cake?  Either way, you will be happy if you keep reading.

Since we were evacuated, Joe and I spent our anniversary at his parents’ house.  I know what you’re thinking: so romantic.  I imagine that numerous couples will hear this and want to spend their next anniversary in the same way… or not.  I’m thinking not because it sadly, it wasn’t romantic in the least (I slept on a camping cot while Joe slept on the couch) but that wasn’t going to stop us from celebrating, even if it festivities were a little disorganized.

Joe and I broke tradition by not saving the top layer of the cake.  It was always one of those things I didn’t understand (year-old milk and eggs just seem gross to me) so we just didn’t do it.  Not to mention that with the party being moved to Sunday, we didn’t have any time to even attempt freezing it properly.  We brought the top-tier home but ended up eating some (a lot) of it before leaving on our honeymoon.

Earlier in the week, I had called Bovella’s – the bakery where our wedding cake was from – and requested the exact same cake top: chocolate cake filled with vanilla custard and buttercream frosting.  I think I may have drooled on my keyboard typing that up.  Side Note:  If you live in central New Jersey, you should definitely stop by Bovella’s in Westfield.  They have the most amazing assortment of treats!

The Saturday before our anniversary, Joe and I headed out to New Jersey for some errands (exchanging a coat, filling the car up with gas) but we also picked up our cake.  When we got home, we cut a slice for each of us and enjoyed it.  By Sunday, it had turned into us eating the cake out of the box with forks.  This continued until Monday evening when Joe’s parents’ house lost power for a couple of hours.  I didn’t want to risk buttercream and custard that weren’t refrigerated so we called it quits on the cake.

You can imagine my disappointment in not finishing it though, right?

Fear not… we’ll probably be doing this again next year :)