So several months ago, a friend's ball bustin mom approaches me about making her daughter's wedding cake. So I put together a folder, like I do for all brides, and give her all of the necessary paperwork, contract, my What Brides Need to Know letter, flavor list, etc. I even drew up a couple of sketches based on what this friend was describing to me as her 'dream cake.'
Basically, I ended up meeting with mom, not friend, who cried poor the entire time. Every other sentence was filled with comments about, "Oh, thats gonna cost a fortune." and "Oh, we dont need to get as many servings as RSVP's cause not everyone eats cake." Now at the end of the consultation, which by the way I met her at a bowling alley on MY time, she tells me that a friend of hers offered to make the wedding cake as a gift, but it wouldnt be nearly as nice as if I did it.
I quoted her a price of $400 to feed 250 guests cake, which was downsized from 300 guests that had RSVP-ed, which was downsized from the 500 freakin people that they had invited! (Dont even get me started on why you cant afford crap when you invite 500 freakin people to your wedding.) I told her that I would just charge cost for the cake and that my time would be the gift for the couple.
Fast foward to the wedding, she never contacted me again, nor did I even get invited to her wedding! (Even though the whole family came to mine!) I heard the cake not only looked funny, but that it didnt taste very good and that they had a TON left over because no one wanted to eat any, although I figured it was my friends trying to make me feel better.
Now, fast foward again to this past weekend. 4th of July party at my best friend's house, and this girl's whole family came including her mom and dad and new husband. Now the 4th is my husbands birthday and every year I come up with a weird new cake design (something that I have never tried before) to try. This year I made him steaks, big ole honkin T-bone steaks with mashed potato and pea cupcakes. Everyone loved them, and from a distance they looked like real big huge honkin steaks.
Now friend's mom comes in and looks at the platter that these steak cakes were on, and wants to know why my best friend has her DOG TOYS sitting on a platter on the countertop. (She is not known for her subtlety.) It is explained to her that they are cakes, not toys. She refuses to believe it until 2 hours later when they are cut, then proclaiming loudly that "Oh my gosh, those are cakes?? I thought they were DOG TOYS!" Even though she had been told serveral times that they were cakes, not toys.
Everyone gets a piece, they were red velvet, and the new husband (who is from the deep south) raves at how yummy this red velvet cake is, "It's so delicious, This is awesome, etc. etc." He proceeds to eat huge 3 pieces (thank goodness I overbake) and then very loudly, his mouth stuffed full of cake, "Hey Kim, damn this is some good s**t, you shoulda made our wedding cake, cause this is much better than that nasty crap we had at our wedding." (In his defense he was about a 6-pack deep, he usually isnt quite so blunt.)
I was shocked, but not as shocked as friend's mom, who sampled a tiny piece of cake and proclaimed it, "ok." Her face turned red, and she shot me a nasty, nasty look and then left the party. I think my cheeks hurt for the rest of the night, cause I couldnt stop grinning.
I don't even know what to say about the mother! I'm pretty sure pigs have more manners than she does. I'm glad you took the high road and just smiled.