My father, character that he is, read my earlier blog post about the croquembouche's journey to the wedding venue and he could not resist writing a reply! Check it out below (WARNING: DAD JOKES ABOUND):

As FOTB (Father of the Bride) and a Guardian of the Croquembouche, I feel compelled to adorn the very well written report with a first hand ‘patch’ on the adventures of a pile-of-cream-puffs-loosely-glued-together-with-syrup.

To cut a long story short … we were approaching the wedding venue from the hotel. Traffic was light and the delivery vehicle was travelling at about 50 km per hour. I was sitting behind the passenger seat and the cake was sitting in a rectangular tray right next to me. It wears no seat belt. All was going well until we were 2 km from our target destination, when we entered a roundabout and some idiot from behind changed his mind and decided to cut in front of our vehicle. To bring the vehicle from 50 kph to 0 in a matter of seconds, the pilot (MOTB) had no choice but to slam on the brakes – real hard!

”Oh No”, uttered the co-pilot (me) - as the pile of cream puffs continued to travel independently forward even though the vehicle came to a stop! Initial velocity is estimated to be 10 kilometers per hour (kph). Now what is 10 kph? Well, that works out to be about 3 meters per second. In layman terms, before one can count “thousand” “and” “one”, the whole pile will have kissed the windshield of the vehicle.

A number of options were considered. One, hold on to one half of the pile, either the top or the bottom half and let the other half travel to the windshield. Damage? At least 50% of the cake will be lost. Or two, use the length of the left arm and body to block the pile from further forward movement. Damage? A ruined dinner jacket and an unknown amount of cream puffs rolling on the car floor. Whatever the scenario, a bride in tears.

During the utterance of the two syllables ‘Oh' and 'No’, something else came to mind. Newtonian physics should work even down under. In a split second, the front edge of the tray was lifted up about 10 centimeters. This created an incline that absorbed the forward momentum… and gravity did its work to bring the sliding cake to a stop. All (100%) of the puffs were accounted for, intact.

MOTB: “Honey, how’s everything?”

I could not tell her that my heart lost a couple of beats, my adrenaline was pouring, I developed a cold sweat and had a lump in my throat…

“I am Groot…”

PS. SIAM (Sudden Impact Aversion Mechanism) will be a safety feature for all croquembouche deliveries in the Galaxy.