Cake anyone??

I thought I would make my first real story a fun one to break myself into revealing myself to the world.

When I was about 5 or 6, my mother, who bless her heart, made birthday cakes for me and my sister every year!!

What a true angel she is!!

Anyway, my sister and I were two of many children growing up in houshelds of parents that smoked. It was just a way of life, and there were always ashtrays around.. we never thought anything of it. They even smoked in the grocery store!!!

Anyway, back to the story, she was making a cake for my sisters birthday, her 7th or 8th I think. My sister wanted a Holly Hobbie cake, I hope you all know who that is...Laura Ingalls in dolly form, with that silly little bonnet and knickers, too.

Where was I??, Right,mom was making the cake, or rather frosting it, and there I was helping her.

So here is my mother, slaving over this cake, making those million little stars with a pastry bag...cramping up her hand.. and working so hard to make this cake perfect for my sister.

The ashtray sitting right in front of the cake had let loose a single ash, and it slowly floated up to the side of the cake and landed lightly on top of the frosting.

I thought "I will just blow it off so I don't touch the cake..."
I only wanted to help, I swear!!!

So I blew, right into the ashtray in front of the cake... blowing all kinds of ash all over the side of the fresh frosting of my sisters cake....
I can't describe the look on my moms face... a sad combo of anger and shock..,mixed with the fighting of a stream of tears...
the best part is what happens next, if there is a best part, right?

To the best of my memory, the party was shortly coming upon us, Mom had to think quick..so there was only one real option....
my mom did what she had too, without sacrificing the whole cake..

....she proceeded in frosting over the area of ash on the cake.. she looked kindly at me, without getting mad, (like I said she is an angel), and she said, "it will be our secret, don't tell anyone, ok?"
I promised to not tell anyone, and I didn't, not that day anyway.

And for whats it's worth, no one knew they ate some ash, and no one got sick...I am sure that we are not the only family that some mishap occured with cigarette ash in the 70's and 80's.

My apologies to all the girls who had to eat it, I hope it wasn't that bad.