Once upon a time--and one time only, did French husband Yann help deliver a wedding cake for Cynthia; our dear American friend, who had a bakery in Paris.
Cynthia who introduced chocolate chip cookies, brownies, cheesecake, bear claws, and muffins to the Parisians, decided to try her hand in wedding cakes; à la Américain style.
The first order came, the cake was baked, decorated and ready to go.
Cynthia delivered her cookies, brownies, and other baked goods with a bicyclette that had an over-sized-basket-like-thing attached to the back. I called it the, "coffin-on-wheels." There was no way that this virgin wedding cake could ride in the back... alone... safely!
The taxi-driver looked at the cake and shook his head, "Pas possible!" The wedding bells were ringing, and the three tier wedding cake, with its fresh cream frosting had to be delivered! The cake was the size of America...
"Tell me how am I going to get this wedding cake to the reception on time!?" Cried Cynthia as she hopelessly looked at me; who had an eight month bun in the oven!
Yann, who would do anything for 10 grams of chocolate, accepted the deal; two dozen brownies - if he would sit in the back of the coffin-on wheels, while Cynthia peddled clear across Paris to deliver the wedding cake on time!
Imagine the bride and groom's shock when they saw their wedding cake arrive, barely in one piece, and straddled between the legs of a Frenchman!!
Ha ha yes I can imagine their shocked faces lol. Love the story! Sounds like something happening in a movie, but that this is a real life story makes it so much better!
Tongue in Cheek responds:
It was a set out of a movie alright! That contraption called a bicycle! Yann in the back trying to manage the big monster of a cake and getting creamed at every turn!
I was only good for licking bowls! When Chelsea was born she weighed 10lbs!! I tell you Cynthia's baked goods did it!
Posted by: Carol | 02 March 2006 at 11:13 AM
And I was imagining French husband arriving with a weddingcake 3rd tier on his head. I have an American friend who does the same thing in Florence. There must be a happy baker in every town in the world making these goodies :)
Posted by: CadmiumRed | 02 March 2006 at 01:59 PM
what a great story, I have a friend here that bakes cakes, she make amazing cakes...and BIG ones, I often wonder how she get them to their destinations, i'll have mention a bike..hahah, she'd kill me, she lives 8 miles down the lake!
I think that is really interesting that she brought brownies and chocolate chip cookies, etc. to paris, do they still have them, I had never heard that before, how cool:)
Posted by: kim from skaneateles, ny | 02 March 2006 at 01:59 PM
That story has me chuckling out loud...just imagining the faces of the bride and groom...and their mothers!!!!!!OI VAY!!!the mothers......
hee
Posted by: Dawn | 02 March 2006 at 03:49 PM
Ohhh what a delightful story and memory. I think the sight of Cynthia with an 8 month bun, is delightful! You should write a book Corey, of your tales, illustrated of course, with your photos!!!
Posted by: Ulla | 02 March 2006 at 04:20 PM
What a good husband, anything for 10 grams of chocolate? I think you and I might share the same man!!
I love the line about the cake being the size of America. Very subtle, but a very strong visual...
Posted by: Josephine | 02 March 2006 at 05:41 PM
What a hoot! But no photo to record this wild ride? I'd give you and Yann each 100 grams of chocolate if you could find one.
Posted by: Francabollo | 02 March 2006 at 06:35 PM
this story makes me feel so happy!
Posted by: la vie en rose | 02 March 2006 at 10:49 PM
What a cute, funny story! Thanks for including the photo so we could see what the coffin-on-wheels looks like!
Posted by: megan | 03 March 2006 at 05:11 AM
LOL! What a funny story! Some men will do anything for chocolate won't they? ;o)
Posted by: D | 03 March 2006 at 03:23 PM
This was a cute story. It reminds of Alma who made a wedding cake one summertime in Willows. It was a very hot day and we had to take the cake to Orland. We set up the cake and left. When we arrived home there was a phone call; the wedding cake had fallen to the floor! There wasn't time to bake anymore cakes. We returned and picked up what fell-- Alma went to the store and bought styro-fome, we frosted it and re-arranged the cake and off we went. She never made another wedding cake after that! Our story isn't funny. Too much stress. The other wedding cake story, as people arrived to the reception the top of the cake fell to the floor with the cake top (the bride and groom) sliding across the floor. Can't remember who fixed that one, never seen anything like that again. It just proves we have to be ready for what live give us........
Posted by: julie | 04 March 2006 at 05:41 AM
The images this conjures up inside one's mind! LOL
Posted by: ~Vicki | 04 March 2006 at 08:12 PM
Love your stories Corey.
But did Yann enjoy his brownies?
Tongue in Cheek responds:
Yes!! Every last crumb and every drop of cream!
Posted by: Kerry | 05 March 2006 at 12:09 AM
felicitations pour votre humour et votre sens artistique. Bravo continuez.
Posted by: Michèle CROUZIER | 05 March 2006 at 12:41 PM
Great story. Yann got a mine gold of payment for his help. 2 dozen brownies will be haunting me for the rest of the day now. I hope I can hold out!
Posted by: Shannon Lewis | 06 March 2006 at 03:41 PM