I do love cake. It all started when I was in first grade at Highland Elementary School. There was a cake walk at the school carnival. I had no idea what a cake walk was but I love games so I got into the circle and began to play along.
As I remember, it was actually kind of like musical chairs except there was a chair for everyone. So around we walked. Then the music stopped and I sat in the chair closest to me. Magically (to my seven year old way of thinking) I won a cake! A whole cake. A big cake. A cake of my choosing from a whole table full of big, beautiful cakes.
I remember my utter disbelief at my good fortune. I couldn’t believe my parents were going to let me take a whole cake of my own home with me but they did. I chose a peppermint cake. It was pink and I had never had anything like it. Chocolate ruled in our house. It was in a 9 x 13 pan, too, which I had also never seen before and it seemed HUGE!
I believe that this one exciting moment in time is what caused my love for cake. I’m sure it was also instrumental in sparking my competitive streak. I learned just how sweet it can be to win!
My tombstone will probably read:
Here lies Lauri. She liked cake and she liked to win.