THE CAKE
THE CAKE
OR
RITA’S OVERSIZED TONGUE TWISTING CHOCOLATE CAKE
PILED HIGH WITH CHOCOLATE FUDGE ICING SWIRLED
HIGH ALL AROUND
I’m a pie lover by profession, and not much of a cake eater. BUT a cake built with chocolate inside, outside and all around, with a glass of milk on the side, is ranked on the top of my list. This story about The Chocolate Cake of a lifetime is on going, I hope.
It started in the early Fall of 2000 at a picnic given by and for the Ridge Runners, a local club of senior hikers here at Smith Mountain Lake, sponsored by The Newcomers Club. I was volunteered chef that year by My Honey, to grill the burgers and hotdogs. The picnic was a little like a church potluck with each member bringing an interesting dish. The hikers hiked while the cookers cooked. After the meal was over, the watermelons were cut, and the desserts were uncovered, I saw my first Rita miracle.
There it was open for public view in its oversized glass covered cake dish fresh out of its own cooler. Rita’s chocolate cake was the biggest, tallest and the most beautiful chocolate cake I have ever seen. I was one of the first to taste it and it tasted even better than it looked. That was the beginning of a love affair in my elder years with Rita’s Chocolate Cake.
I realized what my Honey says about me was correct. I will scheme, lie, cheat, and steal when it comes to excellent chocolate cake. When the cleanup started and there were unclaimed cut pieces of that chocolate cake left on desert plates, I asked Rita to put them on a paper dinner plate and I would take them home. Dear Rita said, “Why don’t you take the rest of the cake home too?” Saying, “Oh Rita I couldn’t do that, your family would want some of this wonderful cake,” never entered my mind. I thanked her profusely as the excitement welled up. To think I could have more than half that huge cake as my own was mouth watering good. Thank goodness many of the hikers were either allergic, diabetic, or on diets meant more for me. Add selfish, heartless and grateful for the ills of my neighbors to the above list.
But My Honey has none of my above characteristics. She thinks of others and feels deeply about friends and neighbors. My Honey is a sharer of all I have. By the time she gave away large chunks of my coveted chocolate cake there wasn’t much left. Add, “Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s cake,” to my above list of character evaluation.
February 2001 I had an operation for an aneurysm. Rita baked me a Chocolate get well, oh so moist, cake with the fudge icing piled high, and swirled all around. It was beautiful in its oversized glass cake holder and tasted so good. The kind you eat all the ice cream before starting on the cake so the flavor lasts as long as possible. Then you wish away time so you can have another slice. About two days later I popped the icebox door to fine a perfect ¼ cake standing tall. A call to 911 determined that My Honey did it again. She gave away my cake again. Second cake, second time the big give away. It would be eight months before the next Ridge Runners picnic and a chance for another cake for Shirl to give away.
The 2001 picnic was a huge success. Rita brought her cake. I don’t remember where the picnic was that year or what the weather was like only that Rita brought her cake. That was the beginning of going from one hiker to another commenting how much sugar, butter and other cholesterol fattening additives were built into Rita’s cake to make it taste so tong twisting good. It seemed to work. There was well over half a cake left that year. Kind and generous Rita just handed it to me. It was becoming a most wonderful habit. Now the next stage was to prevent My Honey from doing her thing. Thought about freezing individually wrapped slices to hide in the freezer but My Honey had most of it given away by dinnertime that same day. I only had one neighbor telling ME how much they enjoyed MY cake?? It’s no wonder My Honey is so popular here at the Lake giving away my acquired deserts no matter what dastardly conniving I may use to amass them.
The 2002 picnic was a change for the better. Rita and husband George offered to DO the whole picnic and the Ridge Runners accepted the offer. What a spread that was for us all. We had what seemed to be a dozen coolers loaded with Rita prepared food. Baked beans, salads, hotdogs and hamburgers and another finger licking piled high with chocolate fudge icing cake in that huge glass container I love so much. One look at My Honey told me she was planning for the big giveaway even before I could get that cake in the car. The size of the cake I bring home is of no importance any longer. I know I will only get three or four slices no matter the size of my prize. I am now in waiting until the next Picnic. I know I’m a liar, cheat, thief, selfish, heartless, grateful for the ills of my neighbors, and I covet thy neighbors tongue twisting oversized chocolate cake piled high with chocolate fudge icing with swirls all around on that oversized glass cake dish covered by that huge domed glass lid, and I don’t care. Add guilty as charged to the above list. Come on picnic, I can’t wait!!!
Moving to the lake was best thing I ever did in my whole life.
OR
RITA’S OVERSIZED TONGUE TWISTING CHOCOLATE CAKE
PILED HIGH WITH CHOCOLATE FUDGE ICING SWIRLED
HIGH ALL AROUND
I’m a pie lover by profession, and not much of a cake eater. BUT a cake built with chocolate inside, outside and all around, with a glass of milk on the side, is ranked on the top of my list. This story about The Chocolate Cake of a lifetime is on going, I hope.
It started in the early Fall of 2000 at a picnic given by and for the Ridge Runners, a local club of senior hikers here at Smith Mountain Lake, sponsored by The Newcomers Club. I was volunteered chef that year by My Honey, to grill the burgers and hotdogs. The picnic was a little like a church potluck with each member bringing an interesting dish. The hikers hiked while the cookers cooked. After the meal was over, the watermelons were cut, and the desserts were uncovered, I saw my first Rita miracle.
There it was open for public view in its oversized glass covered cake dish fresh out of its own cooler. Rita’s chocolate cake was the biggest, tallest and the most beautiful chocolate cake I have ever seen. I was one of the first to taste it and it tasted even better than it looked. That was the beginning of a love affair in my elder years with Rita’s Chocolate Cake.
I realized what my Honey says about me was correct. I will scheme, lie, cheat, and steal when it comes to excellent chocolate cake. When the cleanup started and there were unclaimed cut pieces of that chocolate cake left on desert plates, I asked Rita to put them on a paper dinner plate and I would take them home. Dear Rita said, “Why don’t you take the rest of the cake home too?” Saying, “Oh Rita I couldn’t do that, your family would want some of this wonderful cake,” never entered my mind. I thanked her profusely as the excitement welled up. To think I could have more than half that huge cake as my own was mouth watering good. Thank goodness many of the hikers were either allergic, diabetic, or on diets meant more for me. Add selfish, heartless and grateful for the ills of my neighbors to the above list.
But My Honey has none of my above characteristics. She thinks of others and feels deeply about friends and neighbors. My Honey is a sharer of all I have. By the time she gave away large chunks of my coveted chocolate cake there wasn’t much left. Add, “Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s cake,” to my above list of character evaluation.
February 2001 I had an operation for an aneurysm. Rita baked me a Chocolate get well, oh so moist, cake with the fudge icing piled high, and swirled all around. It was beautiful in its oversized glass cake holder and tasted so good. The kind you eat all the ice cream before starting on the cake so the flavor lasts as long as possible. Then you wish away time so you can have another slice. About two days later I popped the icebox door to fine a perfect ¼ cake standing tall. A call to 911 determined that My Honey did it again. She gave away my cake again. Second cake, second time the big give away. It would be eight months before the next Ridge Runners picnic and a chance for another cake for Shirl to give away.
The 2001 picnic was a huge success. Rita brought her cake. I don’t remember where the picnic was that year or what the weather was like only that Rita brought her cake. That was the beginning of going from one hiker to another commenting how much sugar, butter and other cholesterol fattening additives were built into Rita’s cake to make it taste so tong twisting good. It seemed to work. There was well over half a cake left that year. Kind and generous Rita just handed it to me. It was becoming a most wonderful habit. Now the next stage was to prevent My Honey from doing her thing. Thought about freezing individually wrapped slices to hide in the freezer but My Honey had most of it given away by dinnertime that same day. I only had one neighbor telling ME how much they enjoyed MY cake?? It’s no wonder My Honey is so popular here at the Lake giving away my acquired deserts no matter what dastardly conniving I may use to amass them.
The 2002 picnic was a change for the better. Rita and husband George offered to DO the whole picnic and the Ridge Runners accepted the offer. What a spread that was for us all. We had what seemed to be a dozen coolers loaded with Rita prepared food. Baked beans, salads, hotdogs and hamburgers and another finger licking piled high with chocolate fudge icing cake in that huge glass container I love so much. One look at My Honey told me she was planning for the big giveaway even before I could get that cake in the car. The size of the cake I bring home is of no importance any longer. I know I will only get three or four slices no matter the size of my prize. I am now in waiting until the next Picnic. I know I’m a liar, cheat, thief, selfish, heartless, grateful for the ills of my neighbors, and I covet thy neighbors tongue twisting oversized chocolate cake piled high with chocolate fudge icing with swirls all around on that oversized glass cake dish covered by that huge domed glass lid, and I don’t care. Add guilty as charged to the above list. Come on picnic, I can’t wait!!!
Moving to the lake was best thing I ever did in my whole life.
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