The cake necklace picture below reminds me of coming home from grade school. My Mom and I often made a cake to serve to our family after dinner, which also consisted of my brother and Dad. I add a qualification to the above sentence because my Mom often also said, “Let’s invent a cake.”

We tried all kinds of crazy things like spice cake with walnuts, fresh cherries, coconut, and sweet pickle chunks, all frosted in chocolate icing. We tested our concoctions even before they were cool enough to frost, after all if the experiment went bad the result wouldn’t be worth chocolate icing. Then of course, we each had a nice big second wedge of cake soon after to test the frosting cake mixture. After a short while we’d wonder, “Were we right? Was that cake really so good?” and we’d test it again.

I don’t remember a time went we weren’t proud of our creations so we’d celebrate with two nice BIG pieces of cake.

By this time the remaining slab on the cake platter looked a little wobbly with fork holes denting each side. Nibbling is never considered eating and doesn’t at all count except that the remaining piece of cake looked bad as well as being too small to cut into four pieces for dinner. So we ate it.

Often we’d make a second more conventional cake, one not needing so much testing, to share after dinner. My Mom and I were abused by the same guy but Mom made good memories and if I look a little wobbly myself in the painting called Cake Necklace just remember I’d eaten half a cake in less than an hour.   nancymauerman.com

Cake Necklace