40 days and 40 nights

Well, 41 nights. Until Kate and I get hitched. Saying it like that reminds me of the cake I suggested.

We’ve gone with a small wedding cake that looks like your traditional white marble with fruitcake. Instead of fruitcake, we’ve got a chocolaty thing underneath. Marvel at my culinary knowledge.

I lost my vote for the fisherman atop the cake, reel bending under the pressure, with lure caught in the bride’s mouth and What a Catch!! written in icing. We dare to dream.