Bake Sale

Bake Sale

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 an angel food cake mix and quickly made it while drying
her hair and dressing and 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, 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 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 they think?

Oh, my she wailed! She would be ostracized, talked about, ridiculed.

All night Alice lay awake in bed thinking about people pointing their
fingers at her and talking about her behind her back.

The next day, Alice promised herself that she would try not to think about
the cake and she would attended the 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 'd she could
not think of a believable excuse to stay home.

The meal was elegant, the company was definitely uppercrust 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, out of her chair to rush 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, 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, "GOD is good."