Cutting the cheese

My sister and I made that topper out of a foam block and some $4 grocery store flowers. Looks good, right?

The second I discovered the wedding cheese cake, I knew Hubs and I would have to have one. I'm talking stacks of cheese wheels here, folks. Not actual cheese cake. We love cheese, adore cheese, make weekly rituals of cheese and since you can get cheese for dessert at fancypants restaurants, we figured why not? (We did scoop up a cheapo sheet cake at Costco for any anti-fromage-ites in attendance.)

Here we are, Hubs' homebrew in hand (he made two brews for the party and both were delicious!), about to cut the cheese together. Ba dum ching.

We had a great time picking out our cheeses, too. Our criteria were that we needed tasty cheeses, pretty cheeses and cheeses with a little backstory. The bottom layer was Manchego, which fit the tasty and pretty requirements. In the middle is Maytag blue cheese, which is made not too far from our adopted hometown of Des Moines. The top was Pierre Robert (it's like a brie), which is our favorite cheese.

I'll admit, we had a lot of leftovers of this (which we did not mind at all), but I can't imagine a cake that could have possibly been more perfect.

Cheesy wedding stuff

Oh, we love cheese, HTB and I. More than average people, we adore cheese. For months, every Sunday was Cheese Night (see post on my irrational love of weekly rituals) and we'd stop by the local fancy-pants grocery store and pick up a block (or two or three) of hoity-toity cheese, some bread and call it good. We even have a cheese that is our cheese. We don't have a song, but hell's bells, we have a cheese.

So, when I stumbled upon this,

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I knew we could have no other cake but a wedding cheese cake. Three layers of savory, rich dairy sweetly and simply topped with flowers by HTB himself. (We're doing a six-month Manchego, local Maytag blue and our cheese, Pierre Robert.)

Most people I've told about the wedding cheese have been supportive and agree that a cheese cake is perfectly us. A few grumbled about a lack of sugary sweets, but we were planning on serving tiramisu and good old sheet cake anyway.

If they don't want the cheese, let them eat cake, I say!

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I'm already bracing myself for the inevitable toot jokes when it's time to cut the cheese. No euphemism will come between me and my tonnage of cheese!