A friend emailed me this picture of a bride in Texas whose wedding cake is a full-size likeness of herself (here). Wow. The pure bridal narcissism. Isn’t there at least a little plastic groom, perhaps perched on her massive cake shoulder, or baked inside of her like a king cake?
While I wouldn’t mind having a 68-inch tall cake (my love of cake is legendary) at my wedding, there would be something Kafkaesque about watching people eating a giant cake me.
