You may have noticed in my other columns that my home is usually residing somewhere on the edge of organized chaos.
This week, we’ve moved past the edge and entered into what I can only describe as “production mode.” In addition to two other summer jobs, my wife is making a wedding cake this week for 130 people.
If you don’t live at my house, this may seem a bit off, but it’s not. When we were still living in northern Virginia — the state, not Virginia, Minn. — she made a wedding cake for more than 300 people. Believe me — I know. I had to drive that bad boy about 150 miles into the Blue Ridge Mountains for the wedding.
The way this one came about is a little odd. We were at Ursa Minor Brewing in Duluth sometime around Christmas last year. While I was at the bar getting our drinks, my wife starts chatting up a lady and her daughter. Turns out the daughter is getting married and it wasn’t long before they were talking about my wife making her wedding cake.
Fast forward several months and I have a box of butter in my refrigerator that takes up an entire shelf. Let’s not even get into the insane amount of milk, sugar and flour in the house.
"Production mode" usually occurs about the time we are a week out. There’s the trip to the grocery store or Sam’s Club, cakes start getting mixed and baked and then she makes fillings and frosting.
When she was making the wedding cake for our wedding nine years ago, she was also making all the wedding flowers out of paper. I remember one day, I left our apartment for work about 8:30 a.m. a couple weeks before our wedding and she was sitting on the floor making flowers.
I get home around 6:30 p.m. and she is literally in the same place, folding flowers.
This is an example of "production mode." And if you’re paying attention, I wasn’t around.
The same thing started on Sunday. My wife made ... I don’t know. She made a whole mess of cakes.
My job was to stay out of the way. My big sausage fingers getting in the kitchen and messing up the equilibrium of the operation is not going to help.
So on Sunday, I didn’t just stay out of the kitchen. I went and played golf — poorly — with a friend. Instead of going home after, I went and had a beer with my friend.
Granted, I did have to come home with $45 worth of sushi for dinner. I got home and the cakes were cooling, and everything was starting to calm down.
But, I mean, getting to play golf and then sushi for dinner? That’s what I call a win-win.
We still have several days of production mode left before the cake is delivered, but I’ll be working or (hopefully) out on the course and (more importantly) out of the way.