I was looking forward to visiting my parents this spring, because I had heard that the lady that did my cakes had a great way of freezing them, so that they still tasted good a year later.
Well, for some reason, my mother thought it would be a good idea to mail me the top of my cake for our anniversary. So she sent it on Jan 15 by priority mail. Yesterday on Feb. 5 it arrived. Here it is in the box.
This is my attempt to unwrap it.
Lonnie and I just kind of looked at it, but neither one of us was really brave enough to try it. It has probably seen more of the US them me.
So the moral of the story is: don't send a send cake by priority mail.
