It's fall festival season at all the churches around here. As I was making a cake for the cake walk this year, I was reminded of my mom's cousin, Patty, who passed away about 5 years ago. Since I was living in the cities when she died, I attended her funeral at St. Paul's Cathedral. I never really knew Patty, but after hearing about her life at the funeral, I wished I had. One of her sons told a story about her that stuck with me and I'd like to share it with you:
Every year at the fall festival, all the women of the church would bake a cake for the cake walk. Many of these women, unfortunately suffering from the sin of pride, made beautiful and elaborate cakes in hopes that theirs would be the first cake chosen. When the cake walk began, they would all stand around to see whose cake would claim the much envied "first pick." (We obviously don't suffer from that down here at St. Edward's parish where many women simply donate a cake pan with an unmade box of cake mix and frosting :)
One year, Patty came up with a creative idea for her cake. It was just a simple white cake with white frosting. For decoration, she placed on top a plastic rat (or rabbit, I can't remember which) with a trail of raisins behind it.
Come the big day, much to the disappointment of several onlooking women, guess whose cake was the first one chosen? Well, what kid wouldn't want the rat cake? I would have taken it first, too.
I didn't have the guts to replicate her cake for our fall festival this year, but I haven't ruled it out for future years. Maybe next year.
1 comment:
That's awesome! My grandma used to do something like that for birthday's. She'd put, "It's the (pile of brown frosting to look like poop) to be [age]." She'd even put some corn or peanuts in it to make it look even more gross. It was hilarious!!
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