The Real Story Of The Angel Food Cake

Recently, I've been reading some discussions, blogs and comments in regards to lying and deception. As I read them, I thought about an incident which happened to me when I was six or seven years old.

One day, as I was poking around in the cupboard, I came across a strange looking pan. My mother told me it was a tube pan. I was immediately intrigued and wanted to know what it was used for. My mom told me it was used for a special kind of cake called angel food cake. I became even more interested. I liked that name. I immediately decided that I wanted to make an angel food cake.

One of my earliest memories of my grandmother was of her lifting me up to a chair so I could reach the pan on the counter. Grandma would give me a piece of plastic wrap and I would carefully dip it into shortening and grease the pan for her. I always would help grandma bake when she came to our house for a visit so it only made sense that I wanted to try my hand at an angel food cake.

My mom told me they could be tricky and you had to be very careful with them. I insisted that I was up to the task so my mom gave in. When I came home for lunch that day, mom helped me mix up the cake and together we put it in the oven.

I was so excited! When I went back to school, I proudly told all of my friends what I had done. One girl insisted that I was lying. That made me angry. "I did too! You come home with me today and I will show you my cake." All of the other girls decided they wanted to see the cake as well so our plans were made. We would all head to my house after school and have some of my cake.

Meanwhile, disaster had struck. My beautiful cake had fallen. My mom sadly shook her head. Oh well, these things happen. That would have been the end of the story except my dad happened to be home that day. He thought about how excited his little girl had been as she made the cake. He noticed the sparkle in her eyes and the flush of pride on her cheeks as she promised she'd give him a big piece of her angel food cake that night.

Dad thought for a moment. Yes, I did need to learn things don't always work out the way we plan but he decided I didn't need to learn it today. He told my mom to go down the street to the bakery and buy an angel food cake. Mom was reluctant. I needed to know the truth. Dad was insistent so mom finally decided to go ahead and buy an angel food cake.

Mom was carefully spreading whipped cream on the cake when I came home. A group of little girls crowded into the kitchen. One of them asked my mom if I had baked an angel food cake. Mom was thankful she could truthfully answer that I had. The girls and I looked at the cake and assumed that was the cake I had baked. Mom wasn't about to tell them any differently. She was simply relieved she had listened to my dad and bought another cake.

You may think my parents should have made me learn things don't always work out. That is an important lesson to learn. However, I like to think that my heavenly father looked down on me and smiled at my excitement as I passed out slices of angel food cake.

K :princess:

P.S. I never learned the truth until my mom told me the true story 25 years later.

Linda Young @savedbyegrace ·

Oh, K! I love that story! It's kinda funny you didn't know for 25 years though.

Sounds like you have wonderful parents.

Thanks for sharing that with us, you've made me smile.

:heart: Gracie
Francisco J Zubia @tohimbeglory ·

Sometime it's fine to butter up the truth and we want to impress others. But it makes it very difficult for others to show you how things really are when you are so excited and wrapped up in what you understand, and it is something you brought home from somewhere else and you put some more frosting on it. And it very difficult to undo a buttered up truth and undo it that has nested someone 'cup board' that is their heart. Real difficult situation. May God reign forever. Amen.

thbg

Marsha Tyler Ronquist @kraftykatz ·

What a beautiful story! It takes a true parent to understand the meaning. 😉

When my daughter first started doing dishes, she did not do a very good job. After she would be asleep, I would go into the kitchen and rewash what needed to be rewashed. As she matured, she did better, in the interim time, she gained confidence in her own abilities.

Not everyone needs to know everything about our personal lives.

KraftyKatz

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Virginia Sills @happytoberestored ·

What great parents! I love reading this.

Reminds me of how God uses my failures to His glory.

And KK, great mom!

YSIC,

Virginia