The Baptist White Lie Cake

[psychojoe]

An oldie, but still funny.

THE
BAPTIST WHITE LIE CAKE ​

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Have
you ever told a white lie? ​

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You
are going to love this, especially all of the ladies who bake for church
events: ​

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Alice
Grayson was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church Ladies' Group
in Tuscaloosa , ​

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but
forgot to do it until the last minute. ​

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She
remembered it the morning of the bake sale and after rummaging through
cabinets, ​

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found
an angel food cake mix & quickly made it while drying her hair,
dressing, ​

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and helping
her son pack up for Scout camp.



When she took the cake from the oven, the center had dropped flat and the
cake was horribly disfigured and she exclaimed, "Oh dear, there is not
time to bake another cake!" ​

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This
cake was important to Alice because she did so want to fit in at her
new church, ​

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and
in her new community of friends. So, being inventive, ​

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she
looked around the house for something to build up the center of the cake. ​

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She
found it in the bathroom - a roll of toilet paper. ​

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She
plunked it in and then covered it with icing. ​

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Not
only did the finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect. ​

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And,
before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and head for
work, ​

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Alice
woke her daughter and gave her some money and specific instructions to
be at ​

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the
bake sale the moment it opened at 9:30 and to buy the cake and bring
it home. ​

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When
the daughter arrived at the sale, she found the attractive, ​

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perfect
cake had already been sold. Amanda grabbed her cell phone & called her
mom. ​

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Alice
was horrified - she was beside herself! Everyone would know! ​

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What
would they think? She would be ostracized, talked about, ridiculed! ​

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All
night, Alice lay awake in bed thinking about people pointing fingers
at her ​

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and
talking about her behind her back.



The next day, Alice promised herself she would try not to think about
the cake ​

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and
would attend the fancy luncheon/bridal shower at the home of a fellow
church member ​

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and
try to have a good time. She did not really want to attend because
the hostess was a snob ​

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who
more than once had looked down her nose at the fact that ​

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Alice
was a single parent and not from the founding families of Tuscaloosa,​

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but
having already RSVP'd, she couldn't think of a believable excuse to stay
home. ​

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The meal
was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust old south ​

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and
to Alice 's horror, the cake in question was presented for
dessert! ​

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Alice
felt the blood drain from her body when she saw the cake! ​

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She started
out of her chair to tell the hostess all about it, ​

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but
before she could get to her feet, ​

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the
Mayor's wife said, "what a beautiful cake!" ​

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Alice,
still stunned, sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess ​

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(who
was a prominent church member) say, ​

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"Thank
you, I baked it myself.." ​

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Alice smiled
and thought to herself, "God is good.” ​