The cake and the cumquat tree

A cute story. Toni and I came back to Perth for a few weeks 7 years ago to get married. Madly unprepared for it all, thinking a church and restaurant booked; a Paul Smith suit and a wedding dress made of antique kimono silk; and the use of restored Triumph sports car, was all you had to do. Apparently there was much much more, like seating plans, table flower arrangements, and Mums wedding outfit coordination meeting. Despite missing many of the Bride magazine checkpoints, we got hitched and had a glorious day with friends and family (a pic if you're good).

A few days we went back to Tokyo, leaving the remains of our wedding Mud Cake in my Mum's freezer. When we returned to Perth in 2001 we reclaimed our cake, and still unsure of what to do with it, it continued its frozen state. Buying our house two years ago and the accompanying move brought up the cake again. It couldn't stay there forever but I couldn't bring myself to toss it in the green wheely bin. I had a plan. First a quick check to make sure it wasn't still OK, it wasn't. I made shallow layer of potting mix in the bottom of the pot, added the cake, and then a small cumquat tree. That's it in the picture, doing famously.

We're off for our 7th anniversary dinner at the Red Herring tonight, will be leaving the camera and pen at home, and enjoying my good fortune.