A Funny Cake Short Story

Mrs. Smith decided to bake a cake for the Ladies' Group at church who were holding a homemade cake sale, but she had forgotten to bake it until the very last minute.

She remembered it on the morning of the sale and after rummaging through her kitchen cabinets, she found an angel food cake mix and quickly made it while drying her hair and dressing and helping her son get ready to go to camp.

When she took the cake out of the oven, the center had dropped flat and the cake was terribly misshapen.  Mrs. Smith thought, 'Oh no, there's no time to bake another cake.'  This particular cake was important to her because she wanted to fit in at her new church, and in her new community of new friends having only moved to town two months earlier.

A creative body, she searched her home for something which would build up the center of the cake.  Eureka.  She found it in the bathroom:  a roll of toilet paper!  She pushed it quickly into the cake and then covered it beautifully with white icing.  Not only did the finished product look beautiful, it looked absolutely perfect! 

Before leaving home to take the cake to the church bazaar and then travel to work, Mrs. Smith woke her daughter, and gave her some money and specific instructions to be at the sale the minute it opened at 9:30am.  She was to buy that cake and bring it straight home.  However, when the daughter arrived at the sale, she found, to her horror, that the attractive "perfect cake" had already been sold.  Louise seized her mobile phone and called her mother.

Mrs. Smith was horrified; she was beside herself.   Everyone would know.  What would they think?  She would be ostracized, talked about behind her back or worse - ridiculed.

That night Mrs. Smith lay awake thinking about people pointing their fingers at her and talking about her.  So the very next day, Sara promised herself that she would try not to think about the cake and she would attend the fancy luncheon at the home of a friend of a friend and try to have a good time.

She did not really want to attend because the hostess was a snob who, more than once, had looked down her nose at the fact that Sara was a single parent and not from the founding families of the town.  But having already agreed to go she could not think of a believable excuse to stay home.

The meal was elegant.  The company was definitely upper crust, 'classy' as they say in Britain and to Sara's horror, the cake in question was presented for dessert!

She felt the blood drain from her face when she saw the, now decorated, cake.  She started out of her chair so as to tell her hostess all about it, but before she could get to her feet, the Mayor's wife said, 'What a beautiful cake.'

Mrs. Smith, who was still stunned, sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess [who was a prominent church member] murmur, 'Thank you, do you know, I baked it myself.'

Mrs. Smith smiled broadly and thought to herself, 'God is good.'

 

Cakey Poetry

Please enjoy a small sampling of clever cake poetry.

The Birthday Cake

Today's my birthday
I think I'll make a cake
Mix and stir, stir and scrape

And then into the oven bake.

Ahh my cake smells so sweet     
Hurry, cool, I can't wait       
Icing follows, candles light       
Then indulge

But wait!

I think I'll share with my best friend

(My dog, who loves me without end.)

 

 

The Cake Of Friendship

©  Michelle Flores

Preheat the oven of love
With plenty of secrets and hugs

Mix in giggles and laughs
That make your sides split in half

Bake with the love and care
And all the things you both should share

Decorate with the frosting of trust
This is really a must

Enjoy the cake do not eat it fast
Just like your new friendship make it last.