December 26, 1988.

Going shopping the day after Christmas, was a rite of passage my mom and I shared for years. This particular Christmas, we set out with my two oldest daughters in tow. Taking the double stroller had a duel purpose, first for the girls and second, itwas a perfect place to pile all the wonderful discounted Christmas items that I would score. The sales were great, the hunt so exciting and the time spent together with my mother and daughters, priceless! It was an all day shopping adventure, we were all exhausted and ready for cake. We left half of a super moist, rich and delicious, three layer German Chocolate cake in all its glory sitting center stage on my beautifully decorated dining room table. It was showcased in my fabulous extra tall, glass dome cake stand from Crate and Barrel. We dropped our bags, sent the children off to play and went into the dining room.
The cake plate was empty, nothing left but a few crumbs. Surely there was some sort of mistake. Only two people were left in the house with the cake during our absence. There may have been raised voices, wanting some type of explanation for the empty cake plate. Both parties were questioned at length. Fingernails were checked for any evidence of cake, breath was smelled for any scent of chocolate flavor. Nothing! At the scene of this family tribunal were loved family members, each pointing the finger at the other.
To this very day, we still have no earthly idea who ate the cake.
Ahhh, family! You gotta love them💞