Have you ever told a white lie? You are going to love
this --especially all of the ladies who bake for church
events.
Alice Grayson was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church
ladies' group bake sale in Tuscaloosa, but she forgot to do
it until the last minute.
She remembered it the morning of the bake sale and after
rummaging through cabinets she found a dusty old Angel food
cake mix in the back of her kitchen cabinet and quickly made
it while drying her hair and getting dressed, while helping
her son Bryan pack up for Scout camp.
But when Alice took the cake from the oven the center had
dropped flat and the cake was horribly disfigured. She said,
"Oh dear, there's no time to bake another cake." This cake
was so important to Alice because she did so want to fit in
at her new church, and in her new community of new friends.
So, being inventive and not wanting anyone to think she was
not the perfect woman able to handle all things at all times
or that, God forbid, she not participate in her church's
bazaar, she looked around the house for something to build
up the center of the cake.
Alice found it in the bathroom -- a roll of toilet paper.
She plunked it in and then covered it with icing. Not only
did the finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect!
Before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and
head off for work, Alice woke her daughter Amanda and gave
her some money and specific instructions to be at the bake
sale the minute it opened at 9:30, and to buy that cake and
bring it home.
When the daughter arrived at the sale, she found that the
attractive perfect cake had already been sold. Amanda
grabbed her cell phone and called her Mom. Alice was
horrified...she was beside herself. Everyone would know ...
what would she do, she would be ridiculed. She would have to
move or kill herself! All night Alice lay awake in bed
thinking about people pointing their fingers at her and
talking, What would they think?
"Oh, my goodness; what can I do?" she wailed! She would be
ostracized, talked about behind her back.
The next day, Alice promised herself that she would try not
to think about the cake and she would attend a fancy
luncheon/bridal shower at the home of a friend of a friend
and try to have a good time. Alice 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 Alice was a single
parent and not from the founding families of Tuscaloosa, but
having already RSVP she could not think of a believable
excuse to stay home.
The meal was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust
old South.... and to Alice's horror the CAKE in question was
presented for dessert. Alice felt the blood drain from her
body when she saw the cake, she started to get out of her
chair to rush into the kitchen to tell her hostess all about
it, but before she could get to her feet, the Mayor's wife
said, "What a beautiful cake!"
Alice who was still stunned and trying to formulate what
words she would use to explain the situation, sat back in
her chair when she heard the hostess (who was a prominent
church member) say, "Thank you, I baked it myself."
Alice smiled and thought to herself "THERE IS A GOD!!!!!!!
