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White Lie Church Cake
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
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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!!!!!!!
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