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 (I opened this expecting a recipe of some kind, but this is even

better!) Have you ever told a white lie?  You are going to love this -

especially all of you ladies who bake for church events.

Alice Grayson was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church ladies' group

bake sale in Tuscaloosa , Alabama 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 needed something to put in the

center of the cake. Alice found it in the bathroom -- a roll of toilet

paper. She plunked it in the center of the cake 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 so 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 to not think

about the cake and she would attend 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 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 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

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."