Bake Sale

I stood over the sink looking out at the cold gray winter sky as the sleet showered down and thanked my lucky stars I didn’t have to be outside. I dug in the pan with a big spoon, against my wife’s instructions, and ate the cake that I told her not to purchase from the church bake sale. My reasoning was that pies are much better than cakes. I finally relented…after all…it was in support of the church.

It turns out…after picking off the pecans…that the pineapple, the coconut and the sugary glaze all bonded together and produced the most delightful texture and flavor. My taste buds danced and giggled with delight as they poked fun at my ego.

How was I going to explain the missing contents? Maybe she wouldn’t notice? Yeah, right…maybe she wouldn’t notice me passed out in the middle of the floor unconscious and in a food coma. I’ll just throw the empty pan into the garbage outside. Oh…who knows what evil lurks in the minds of men.

Ok, I’ll just admit I was wrong and take my scolding like a grownup.

Thank you Lord Jesus,
For all those church bake sales
And forgiving my rants and rails
For the multitude of pies and cakes
And the forgiving of my mistakes
Amen