That puts the icing on the cake

I’m not much on sweets, but Sunday afternoon I decided that I would make a German Chocolate cake and take it over to my mother-in-laws for Sunday Supper.

I bought the mix about two months ago and every time I would open up the cabinet that box was staring me in the face.

So, what did I do? I finally broke down and fixed it.

I just couldn’t wait to eat a warm piece of cake with a glass of cold milk. Mmm...

Well, there ended up being eleven of us show up for supper. We had bacon sandwiches, fried green tomatoes, and pork and beans.

Sounds like a simple meal, right? Well, any meal is far from being simple when you are cooking for seven men.

Six pounds of bacon, two loaves of bread and an enormous jug of sweet tea were gone within seconds.

The three of us women had a bacon sandwich apiece, and so did the two children, which was plenty.

So I took my plate back into the kitchen to get a piece of that german chocolate cake that I wanted so badly, and wouldn’t you know that all of it was gone except one small piece. Probably not even a 1/2 inch of cake was left.

Well, that just put the icing on the cake.

Those guys had sat and ate the entire cake, save for that one tiny piece.

All I could do was stand there and look at them with my mouth hanging open.

How could someone eat that much food?

The five of us who had one sandwich probably didn’t use a half of a pound of the bacon that was cooked and only 10 slices of bread.

Not to mention I had used the biggest pan I had for the cake so that there would be enough for everyone a piece.

They must have sat there and just shoveled every thing they could into their mouths. I was just dumb struck.

I was standing there looking at them when Timmy’s mom came up behind me and said, “This isn’t anything unusual.”

So, I took my 1/2 inch piece of cake that I had wanted so bad, and sat back down. All I could think was, “Lord, please let me have girls!”

8-27-09  Publish Date.