Cake

She was straight when she made the cake, but by the time it was cooled down and ready to frost she’d shared a couple of joints with Sal from next door. Adding the frosting felt rather creative and joyful as she did it. Later when she looked at it, it looked done by a kindergarten child and not creative at all.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

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

3 thoughts on “Cake”

  1. Where did I leave it, her brain was green glazed, and she wanted to ice it some more, same as the cake. She looked at her creation and burst out laughing, should I eat some, where is my green gone. The door bell rang. Come in come in, it was her neighbor, you’ve been cooking. Want to try some she said, her mind elsewhere, where did I leave it, not in the

  2. She was only about nine or ten years old. Her mother worked the night shift in a carpet factory and would get home in the wee hours of the morning. Marie loved to watch all the cooking shows and was a huge fan of musicals on their little small screen black and white television. Needless to say she was looking forward to learning to cook on her own. She also had quite the imagination visualizing herself as if she were the star in a musical production. Combine these two characteristics and you’ve got a good idea of the sorts of trouble she got herself into. Her mother’s birthday was coming up on October 13th. She didn’t have a lot of money saved up from her weekly allowance for a present and decided she would surprise her mom with a baked birthday cake when she came home in the early morning. What an adventure that became! She read countless recipes and finally whipped up the batter for a layer cake. Proudly she then decided she’d be experimental so she added some green vegetable coloring for a bit of individuality. You can imagine how disgusting this color turned the color of the batter. It looked putrid. But best of all, she made a huge mistake and turned the oven on without thinking to broil. Set the timer. Took the cake out of the oven when the timer went off. Found this jelly belly moving cake in the pan. Decided it would have to do. Mom was gracious as always. As shocked as she was by the thought of Marie staying up to do a cake for her, she was even more “moved” to find the cake in the post-broil state. She hugged Marie tightly and enthusiastically thanked her for her surprise birthday gift. That story was told to a great deal of laughter at an awful lot of family holiday dinners.

  3. Her family loved her chocolate mayonnaise cake. Waking up with a start, glancing at the alarm clock, she dressed then raced downstairs. “Why didn’t you wake me? I’ll be late for school!” Startled, her mom said, “It’s 7 in the evening, honey. Want to make your cake for tomorrow’s meeting?”

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