I mean, you guys know how weddings go...
They're a little lame.
If you're lucky, you'll get an open bar after sitting through an half hour of people vomiting love on each other.
Personally, I love weddings even without open bars. Because if you look closely at the details, you can see more than a story of two people - you can see stories of families. Generations of people who at one moment said I Do to life. In the details you can see the generations who will carry on.
And in that regard, the details of our Biltmore wedding were something of note -- not the least of which was the cake.
The inception of the story goes something like this: I sent these little trinkets to my nieces asking them to be my bridesmaids. My then 10-year-old niece rushed up the steps to her room, re-emerging just a few minutes later with a design of my wedding cake.
The brilliance of the design was evident -- superseding all of those lamers wedding magazine options. And so, without hesitation, we knew this was cake design for us.
A few months before the wedding, mom and I went up to the Biltmore for the menu and cake tasting. The Biltmore reserved the whole dining room just for us, and over the course of a couple of hours we talked through the timeline of events as we tasted food and wine options. (So obviously one of my better, fatter days.) They also introduce you to the people who are designing and cooking your wedding menu, from the sommelier to the pastry chef.
When the pastry chef came out to meet us and talk about the cake, it was love at first hazelnut with white chocolate mousse. Seriously, you guys, this woman was Soukie from Gilmore Girls in real life. We picked our favorites flavors for the different layers, and then:
"So have you thought about the design at all?"
"Well, this is a little weird, but my niece already designed my cake."
"Let's take a look!"
I showed her my niece's picture, and she really about fell out of her chair.
"Please, please," she said. "You have to let me design this cake." We talked for a half hour about how the design obviously works with the sort of theme we were going for -- a sort of delicately-effervescent 1920s-feel. I know, I puked a little just writing that.
At the time, we were looking at different places to host the wedding on the property. When the wedding coordinator mentioned that the Inn was the only site that this particular pastry chef would be working, it was a no-brainer. We basically chose our wedding site based on my niece's cake design.
We decided to trust the pastry chef run with the design, and I would just see it the day of the wedding. That's it! I had no more input than that, and I didn't see it until we walked into the reception door.
The morning of that wedding, my sister hosted a bridal brunch at the inn for my friends. (Aside: My sister brought really fun antique, costume jewelry as favors for the guests.) I got to hear my friend tell me she was pregnant with little, perfect Daisy.
But then our pastry chef popped her head in the door and asked if my niece and our little party might want a tour of the kitchen. I love seeing cooks and chefs in action! They're always so energetic and in love with their work. The staff let us sample some of the appetizers they were preparing that day. They gave us a taste of homemade ice cream they had just churned. They gave pastry hats to the the few kids who were with us, their eyes bugging out of their heads from the energy and stimulation of a kitchen.
Then the staff brought us to the pastry station, wherein they told us they'd had my niece's picture posted for the last couple of months as inspiration. The whole staff came over to meet her, shake her hand and take pictures with her, make her feel like the celebrity she is. Once they were done celebrating the wonderment of her, they had me leave while they showed my niece the actual cake as they were building it.
Seeing my nieces so happy and feeling included in the day is hands-down the highlight of the wedding - you know, besides the whole marrying my best friend part. They've inspired me for so long to keep being creative, to be a true individual, to be passionate and confident, and to live authentically. Those kids have taught me more about how to be a better human than anyone else.
But the cake wonderment continued on to last night! Yesterday the Biltmore sent us a replica of the top of our wedding cake for our anniversary! After dinner at Second Empire (FYI, YUM), we set up a little anniversary for ourselves at home, toasting with a bottle of Biltmore champagne that Beth had given us on our wedding night. Ya'll that cake was so freaking good, I literally wanted to crawl inside of it.