At 11:35PM, I remembered that one year ago today we froze one of the whoopie pies that we had served in lieu of cake at our wedding in anticipation of this very moment. Kendrick went first…and then I tried a bite.
Bad. It was bad. And potentially moldy, although Kendrick maintains that the slight fuzz I detected along the surface was “freezer burn.”
But we upheld tradition, so that’s something.