The Story of The Little White Lie Cake

I don’t know where this came from or if it’s even partly true, but it brings a smile to my lips every time I read it.  Enjoy!

Alice had promised to bake a cake for the elementary school’s Bake Sale, but forgot to do it until the last minute. She remembered the morning of the bake sale and after rummaging through cabinets, found an angel food cake mix and quickly made it while getting ready for work and helping her son pack for Scout camp. When Alice took the cake from the oven,  the center had dropped flat and the cake was horribly disfigured. She realized there was no time to bake another  cake.

 Being a woman of her word, Alice felt she had to deliver what she’d promised, so she looked around the house for something to build up the center of the cake. She found it in the bathroom – a roll of toilet paper. She plunked it in the center of the cake and covered it with icing. Not only did the finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect.

 Before she left the house to drop off the cake and head for work, Alice gave her 10 year old daughter some money and instructions to be at the bake sale the moment it opened. “Buy my cake and bring it home.”

A short time later, Alice received a frantic phone call from her daughter. “Mom, your cake is gone! Somebody else bought it – I don’t know who!”

Alice was horrified – she was beside herself. Everyone would know! What would they think? How would she recover from this? All night, Alice lay awake in bed thinking about people laughing at her cake and talking about her behind her back.

Although she would have preferred to stay in bed with the covers pulled over her head, the next day Alice promised herself she would try not to think about the cake. She would go ahead and attend the bridal shower luncheon of a friend and try to have a good time. Besides, she realized, she didn’t have a good excuse to stay home. a single parent and not from the founding families of Tuscaloosa. But, having already RSVP’d, she couldn’t think of a believable excuse to stay home.

The meal was elegant and no one mentioned the bake sale. Just as Alice was starting to relax and enjoy herself, it was time for dessert. Her heart stopped when the hostess brought out  the cake in question. She started to get out of her chair to tell the hostess all about it, but before she could get to her feet, the mother of the bride said, “What a beautiful cake!”

Alice, still stunned, sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess say, “Thank you, I baked it myself.”

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