Sweets for the Sweet

I love the concept of a groom's cake at weddings. How cute, to have at least one element that celebrates the boy's taste, likes and general boyness! I didn't know they existed, really, until after I became engaged... and I'm given to understand that they have more popularity in the south. But we're in southern california, right? Yeah, baby...

My man really isn't into sports, and while he appreciates video games he is not ruled by them. (I know, I'm lucky, right?) He used to love comic books, but that time has passed. There is, however, one love in his life that I cannot replace nor compete with. And I share this love, so it seems the ultimate choice for his special cake. Ladies and gentlemen (if any men actually read this), I humbly submit to you....

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A PIZZA CAKE!

Hunter grew up in Manhattan, and loves pizza more than any other food. He says it is the food that erases all class lines in our country, and he's right. On a recent trip to NY for his HS reunion, we ate pizza no less than twice daily... often thrice! Yes, I gained like 10lbs. but it was so worth it folks. There is nothing like new york style pizza for breakfast. And, you really haven't lived until you've had noodle pizza. I'm just sayin'.

Pizza has always been a constant in our relationship. For a while, back in Chicago, we had a Sunday night ritual of pizza and The West Wing. Anytime we see a pizza place, we inevitably say "pizza!", but, because we're dorks, we've taken to lisping it, so it comes out "peetha!". Our friends think we're crazy, but we can't help it. Its a disease, I tell you. We're even seeking a homey pizza joint for our rehearsal dinner.

So, its the perfect choice. I'm hoping to have our talented friend Lorri make the thing - I'll have updates as time passes. But, I'm so excited to have such a herald of my Hunter - city on the outside... sweet inside - to honor him at the wedding.

Damn, now I want pizza. Le sigh.