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Pjs on, snug-as-a-bug tucked in under the sheets, when my kids were little before I'd turn out the light I'd hear, "Tell me a story." Thankfully it seems we're never too old.
When Danny, my cousin, read my column about the time I baked Grandma Hale's Red Velvet Cake, and one side looked like a ski-hill when I took it out of the oven (I filled it in with frosting and served it to guests anyway), he emailed and told me this story...
I smiled when I read your column about the Red Velvet Cake. Don't take this the wrong way, but it reminded me of a cake disaster from a Cub Scout fundraiser. That's a compliment, really.
When I was a kid in the Cub Scouts, each of the scouts were supposed to bake a cake for a fundraiser. My parents were at work. But even if they had been around they probably wouldn't have helped much. Similar to doing your own homework, I would have been told it was my project.
I had a clear vision of how I wanted my cake to look, but...
The night of the fundraising event, when I looked at the other cakes--obviously not made by my fellow Cub Scouts--I was dreading having to hold my cake up to be auctioned, and then having to deliver it to the buyer.
After seeing other cakes go for more than fifteen dollars (what I considered at that time to be a lot of money), it was my turn. Bidding started very slow and stopped quickly when someone yelled, "Eight dollars!"
The auctioneer grabbed the bid, "Going once, going twice, sold to the lady in the back."
When I walked the cake towards the back of the room all I could see was a hand waving. When I was almost there, I saw Grandma Hale sitting with her arm up. We shared my cake with chocolate milk (probably in the frog mug--do you remember that? The mug with the frog inside.)
That being said, because you made the Red Velvet Cake and it was Grandma Hale's recipe, I wanted you to know if your lopsided cake was being auctioned-off, I would have bid on it, and got it!
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AUTHORBUZZ: THE MORELS (Fiction) by Christopher Hacker
Arthur Morel, husband and father living in New York City, publishes a book that rips his happy family apart. Why would he do such a thing? Arthur's old schoolmate, envious of everything Arthur has just thrown away, is fascinated with this very question as they become accidentally reacquainted. Where is the line between art and obscenity, between truth and fiction? Is it possible to escape the past? Can you save your family by destroying it?
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