Our Wedding Cake Was a Stack of Pancakes

My wife and I met at a pancake house in 2015, where we both worked as servers. So, for our wedding cake, we had a stack of pancakes. Thirty of them, three feet tall, with fresh strawberries and whipped cream between the layers, and a little plastic couple on top holding forks.

The owner of the pancake house, a sweet old man named Hank who had hired us both, made them himself, on a griddle he brought to the reception hall. He wore his chef's hat.

When we cut the "cake," everybody cheered. There were bottles of maple syrup on every table. Guests went back for seconds and thirds.

Our parents thought it was a little strange. By the end of the night, my mother-in-law had syrup on her dress and was asking Hank for his batter recipe. Hank cried.