Have you ever told a white lie? You are going to love this.
> Especially anyone who has baked for church events. Alice Grayson
> was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church Ladies' Group bake sale in
> Tuscaloosa, but she forgot about 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 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 looked around the house for something to build up the
> center of the cake. Alice found it in the bathroom, a roll of
> toilet paper. She plunked it in 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 this 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
> mother. Alice was horrified. She was beside herself. Everyone
> would know! What would they think of her? She would be ostracized,
> talked about, ridiculed. That night Alice was laying 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 not to 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 there. She did not really want to attend
> because the hostess was a real snob who more than once had looked
> down her nose at Alice because Alice was a single parent and not
> from one of the founding families of Tuscaloosa. Having already
> RSVP'd she could not think of a believable excuse to stay away. The
> meal was elegant; the company was definitely upper crust Old
> South...To Alice's horror, the cake in question was presented for
> dessert! Alice felt the blood drain from her body when she saw it
> being brought in. She started out of her chair to rush to the
> hostess and tell her all about it, but before she could get to her
> feet, the Mayor's wife said, "What a beautiful cake!" "Thank you",
> said the snobby hostess, "I baked it myself!" Alice sat back and
> smiled, "GOD IS GOOD."