Cake-astrophe

So... This past Sunday we celebrated Father's Day with my mom's side of the family.  I volunteered to bring the dessert for the party. Being that this was one of my first family responsibilities as a married woman, I wanted to make something really special. 

I trekked to Kroger's on Sunday morning after a late night and bought all the ingredients I needed to make a french vanilla & white layered cake with homemade whipped cream and fresh fruit.  I baked four cakes, made fresh whipped cream and Patrick sliced up a ton of strawberries, raspberries and blueberries.  I cut all four cakes in half, so I was left with eight 8" rounds (and if I'm being honest, one of the cakes didn't quite make it out of the pan!  I thought I had Crisco-ed it enough, but I guess not.)  So, I then started layering... cake round, whipped cream, cake round, fruit & whipped cream, cake round, whipped cream, etc, etc. etc.  Once I finished layering the entire cake, I topped it beautifully with the fresh fruit and covered the whole thing in the whipped cream.  It was beautiful.  I even used my cake brand-spankin' new cake stand and everything! 

Once the cake was ready, we were out the door & headed to my aunt and uncle's for BBQ! 

We made it to Green Oaks & 360 in Arlington before the Cake-Astrophe occurred.  I mentioned something to Patrick that was a little surprising, he looked towards me, I saw the cars in front of us braking and I said, "Babe!  Watch out!"  Which is when he slammed on the brakes and the cake slide OFF the cake stand and onto the floorboard of Patrick's new Ford Fusion.  All I could do was laugh.  Half of the cake is in a trashcan in Arlington, and the other half was, thankfully, still delicious.

We all made a joke about it, but it was still a bummer to show up to the party with a crumbled, mass of cake.