TWD: Dressy Chocolate Cakes

Countdowns are starting to run through my head. Another week in California, then on to Chapel Hill. Three weeks until the fiance moves in with me in NC. 2 months until I start graduate school classes. 4.5 months until the wedding. The numbers fly past me, and it's all I can do to catch my breath. I guess I knew what I was getting in for, didn't I? But it doesn't make it any less scary. (In a good way! I promise!) It's just crazy.

But then I think about things. You know, in more sane ways than the two! wedding! nightmares! I've already had. Because it's highly unlikely that I'll forget to bake the cakes, pick up the reception food, and fly my photographer in. Instead, I get to think about all of the things that make me appreciate the fiance.


First, this whole moving thing. I'm the one that decided to only apply to graduate schools far, far away. Never a peep, other than a request that the area have tech jobs so, well, he can still have a job. Then we didn't know exactly where we were going to go, so he was in limbo in the job search. Now, I'll be moving into our apartment first, which means almost all my furniture stays, and whatever furniture of his that doesn't fit? It'll go to either of our sisters.

Then the wedding. He has opinions people! He is why we'll have a full-on choreographed first dance (swing! Birdland! squee!). When I started freaking out about little things, he insisted that he could do whatever. So he's got his tasks - DJ, hotels, ceremony decor, tuxes, cake stand construction, and dear lord whatever else I throw his way because either I don't want to worry about it or he cares more about it than I do.

And then there's the baking issue. Problem. Obsession. Since he's getting in two weeks after me, my baking ingredients (flours, sugars, extracts, reasons for my existence) will be MIA for the first two weeks that I have an oven (!!!) for the first time in 2.5 months. His solution? Oh, just buy whatever you need to bake what you want to bake. You'll use it up anyway. Which means this guy just scored supermajorawesomeshiny bonus points. Yes, they exist. You'll know when your significant other deserves them.


As a result, I know the task that must be done either right before or right after we move him into the apartment. Cake. Chocolate cake. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. Just a single layer cake, but it's the sort of cake he just mows through. Even though he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, set a simple little cake in front of him and it's gone in two days. Maybe just one. I'm thinking though, that maybe I can sneak this little variation by him. A simple little cake, yes, but nicely dressed up with jam and a little ganache. A perfect cake for the supermajorawesomeshiny bonus point winner in your life.

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