
My cousin John got married this past Saturday. When I think of him, in my mind, he’s still 12. I remember not wanting him and my other cousin (his sister) Michelle to go home when they would visit us on long holidays. I remember the time John accidently threw orange juice on Michelle and the way it dripped off her nose. I remember torturing him in little ways. Giving him cookies that were spiked with hot sauce or some other crazy concoction. I remember hiding undersheets and asking our parents to just let them stay 1 more day.
I remember the time he got upset at his sister and decided to throw our dry towels in the pool with us so we couldn’t get dry properly. I remember the time he was a little dare devil and set off fireworks at his house…Inside. I remember laughing all the time when he’s around… As a matter of fact, I still do laugh all the time when he’s around. He’s definitely one of the most funniest people I know. One of the most caring. One of the most Kind. One of the most loveable. And I’m glad he’s found love, that he’s happy and I wish the newly weds nothing but fantastic things.

He was so handsome. It was such a busy day for him while we were there, and every time I saw him I wanted to cry. Partly because I was happy for him and the other half because he was all grown up. His tuxedo was sharp, he was radiating happiness and you could tell he was ready to get the show on the road.

She was a beautiful blushing bride. Her dress was GORGEOUS! She smiled the entire time, she cried during sentimental moments, and you could tell she was so in love.
And the cake… well come on… who doesn’t enjoy a good peice of wedding cake. And it was b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l. It echoed their colors (red, white and black), it matched the mood and it was dee-licious.

And even though I’m happy for him, I feel old. My baby cousin just got married. I saw him grow up. I think I can see crows feet forming around my eyes as I type this. I hear my phalanges cracking with each press of the keyboard keys. My eye sight is getting worse I think, and my hearing is going. It’s depressing. So I had to bake.
Cream cheese pound cake with cream cheese icing would do the trick. The cream cheese icing that was supposed to go on it, some how turned into a frosting and I’m not sure how. I even added like 1/2 cup of milk and it wouldn’t thin out. So I went with it.

Cream Cheese Pound Cake
3.5 cups all purpose flour, sifted
1 tsp baking powder
1 cup butter, room temperature
8 oz. cream cheese, room temperature
3 cups sugar
1 tsp vanilla
6 eggs, room temperature
1 cup milk, room temperature
Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
Sift flour and baking powder in a medium bowl and set aside.
Using a mixer, cream butter, cream cheesea nd sugar for about 6 minutes.
Add eggs one at a time, mixing well after each addition.
Add vanilla and milk until combined.
Add flour mixture until completely combined.
Pour into two greased and floured 9×5 loaf pans (I used 1 loaf pan and a mini bundt pan)
Stir in 2-cups hulled and diced strawberries for each loaf if desired.
Bake for about 60 minutes or until done.

Cream Cheese Icing
4 oz. cream cheese, room temperature
2 Tbsp butter, room temperature
2 cups powdered sugar
3 Tbsp milk
Cream butter and cream cheese. Add sugar and milk until thoroughly combined.
Spread on top of cake.
Store in the refrigerator.

Adapted from Bakerella
















