I remember St. Patrick’s Day A few years ago. The grand Irish holiday is celebrated by millions of people but nothing was more special than celebrating with my friend Cailie and her family.
Aside from the pinching and teasing on St. Patrick’s Day, Cailie’s Mom made every holiday something to remember, not because of the warm spirit either. Her mom was stubborn and relentless when it came to baking, which on occasion she did well. However, there were many occasions where she’d forgotten about the cake, cupcakes, bread, muffins, or even the pot roast in the oven. I remember once she even tried to bake the no-bake cookies she’d made. They didn’t turn out to bad though.
Well, come St. Patty’s day, her intentions were good but Cailie and I were a little uneasy about what she was mixing in her giant bowl.
As an “Irish tradition” Cailie’s mom decided she was going to bake a wonderful cake with green icing. We’d even went to the store and bought her one of the simplest recipes we could find. She had a tendency to use to much of one thing and not enough of another. So for this mix, she only needed a few eggs and oil.
Of course, our efforts were thwarted. She’d thrown away the box after ripping the package open and decided she was going to put her baking powers to work with her own ingredients. She’d mixed in nutmeg, extra flour, and baking soda. That’s when Cailie and I decided we’d eat before the cake was done.
About thirty minutes in as we sat in the living room, we heard a loud bang come from the kitchen.
“Mom?” Cailie yelled.
“Its alright. The cakes being stingy.”
Here it goes again. I thought as Cailie glanced over. “How can a cake be stingy?” I quiety asked her.
“I think the stingy one made it so.”
By the time the cake had “finished” being stingy and she’d pulled it out of the oven, she’d set off two smoke alarms and turned up the oven to make it cook faster.
Even though the night was just like any other and I was expecting to taste a burnt piece of cake with green frosting to make it edible, Cailie’s mom ended up dropping the cake onto the floor. I honestly believe that when it touched the linoleum, it scratched off a piece or two because there was a white spot where it landed.
Thankfully, we didn’t eat the cake since it was too hard to cut but we did get to go out for ice cream instead. Best St. Patrick’s day ever if you ask me.