Have you ever told a white lie? Are they harmful? I guess it all depends You are going to love this, especially all of the ladies who bake for church events. Got this in an email!!
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
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 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 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 God!" she wailed!
She would be ostracized, talked about, 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 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 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 ed 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".
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
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 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 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 God!" she wailed!
She would be ostracized, talked about, 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 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 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 ed 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".