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- CSV Action Desk Leicester
- People in story:Ìý
- Jim Ellis
- Location of story:Ìý
- Sandy, Bedfordshire
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A3927260
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 21 April 2005
When my Aunty Joyce married Uncle Bernard we all went to the ceremony.
After this the family was gathered at Grandma's house for the reception ... well, really a few sandwiches and THE wedding cake.
I had heard all about wedding cakes and the fact that they were coated in Royal Icing which appealed to my youthful sweet tooth.
After a few speeches the bride and groom were toasted with fruit cordial (this was a strict Methodist House). Then came the moment for which I had been waiting, the cutting and distribution of the cake.
Imagine my horror when the 'icing' was removed to disclose a sponge cake.
The 'icing' was in fact a cardboard and plaster shape decorated to look like icing (after all sugar was rationed and could not be spared for such frivolities as icing!)
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