Lemon Cake

I glanced out the window. There was a woman sprawled in the street. Dialing 911 as I rushed outside, I knelt beside her. She was awake, but groaning. A pan of what looked like lemon cake lay spilled beside her.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“My ankle,” she said. She looked around. “No, not my cake, too.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

5 thoughts on “Lemon Cake”

  1. I will not go to the fridge. I will not open the fridge door. I will not take that last slice of delicious, scrumptious, golden lemon cake. Ok I will open the fridge but I’m going to have a carrot instead. Ok I’ll only have a quarter of the slice with hot black tea, no more. But I will not go back to the fridge.

  2. Today would have been my mother’s 97th birthday had she lived this long. Many warm memories come to mind today of our travels and times together. It was a very hot summer when we traveled to Capri. Anyone who has traveled to Italy knows that Limoncello is a very popular lemon liquor in all of Italy. Lemons are grown in Capri, as well as several other parts of Italy. No surprise then to be served an “orgasm” of lemon cake while enjoying the view of the water from the Inn’s stone patio. It was sinfully moist and lemony sponge cake filled with lemon curd to give it a little tart bite. Mousse whipped cream with bursts of lemon zest topping was the “icing on the cake.” A most memorable decadent delicious dessert. I can relive the moment now.

  3. Gaby rummaged frantically through the box for her grandmother’s lemon cake recipe. It wasn’t there. She had a gnawing suspicion her sister, Chloë, had taken it after she had refused to make a copy of it for her.

    Gaby treasured this last gift her grandmother had given to her, and she was devastated the recipe was nowhere to be found. She knew she had placed it in the recipe box, and she was intent on getting it back.

    She picked up the phone and dialed her sister’s number. Hearing Chloë’s voice on the other end, she just said, “Bring Grandma’s lemon cake recipe right now! Gaby confirmed her suspicions when her sister offered no answer.

  4. A long-time neighbor and friend died this morning. Don was of Dutch descent and his wife Is German. When we went to dinner, often it was at a German restaurant. Lemon cake was not on the menu but even if it had been we wouldn’t have ordered it. Our sinful treat was always an appetizer, hackapeter, which Don fixed and passed around. I suspect that after Friday’s service & laying-to-rest, that restaurant will be our destination where many of us will treat ourselves to hackapeter but not lemon cake in Don’s memory. .

  5. “Why lemon?”
    “Why not ?”
    “Lemon cake is special.”
    “So you can tell the people , on your anniversary, that things between you have soured.”
    “Now, you are being psychotic!!Reading too much into a simple lemon cake !”
    “Don’t mind me !!”
    “Here have some leftover slice .”
    “Yummy!”
    “Isn’t it?”

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