chubbyalaskagriz
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I've shared before that in my family I'm kinda known as the cake-maker. No cook-out, pot-luck, or chili-dog supper is complete without one of my Tupperware containers containing a tall layer cake, a naked bundt, or a simple frosted sheet cake of some sort.
Well, normally after we eat a meal, there's always tons of leftovers and we usually end up preparing plates of food to take to neighbors- incuding the cake.
This afternoon the l'il grandson of the elderly couple across the way was playing out in the yard when I pulled up carrying a large box that contained a macaroni salad, a bag of chips and a chocolate-zucchini bundt. I waved, then went on into sis's house.
Within minutes we were out back on the patio stoking-up the grill and laying out the grub. Soon we heard the doorbell ring inside. My 9 yr. old nephew ran around front to see who it was. He returned minutes later w/ l'il Caleb, the grandson from across the street. Layne was holding his hand as he guided him through the gate into the back yard. We all greeted Caleb who shyly glanced to the ground. We welcomed him in, offered him a cup of kool-aid and then he shyly looked up and asked "I just wanted to know what kind of cake you made today?"
Sis called his grandparents and asked if it was okay if Caleb stayed to play with Layne, and had supper with us. Then after he had his fill of chicken and corn on the cob, Layne and my Sis carried a Tupperware container of leftovers- including three large wedges of the bundt- with one hand- and with the other, held Caleb's, as they walked him back home.
As Sis handed the food to the smiling Grandma- Caleb raced past to his Grandpa in his recliner and said "You're gonna love this one, Gramps- it's CHOCOLATE!"
Well, normally after we eat a meal, there's always tons of leftovers and we usually end up preparing plates of food to take to neighbors- incuding the cake.
This afternoon the l'il grandson of the elderly couple across the way was playing out in the yard when I pulled up carrying a large box that contained a macaroni salad, a bag of chips and a chocolate-zucchini bundt. I waved, then went on into sis's house.
Within minutes we were out back on the patio stoking-up the grill and laying out the grub. Soon we heard the doorbell ring inside. My 9 yr. old nephew ran around front to see who it was. He returned minutes later w/ l'il Caleb, the grandson from across the street. Layne was holding his hand as he guided him through the gate into the back yard. We all greeted Caleb who shyly glanced to the ground. We welcomed him in, offered him a cup of kool-aid and then he shyly looked up and asked "I just wanted to know what kind of cake you made today?"
Sis called his grandparents and asked if it was okay if Caleb stayed to play with Layne, and had supper with us. Then after he had his fill of chicken and corn on the cob, Layne and my Sis carried a Tupperware container of leftovers- including three large wedges of the bundt- with one hand- and with the other, held Caleb's, as they walked him back home.
As Sis handed the food to the smiling Grandma- Caleb raced past to his Grandpa in his recliner and said "You're gonna love this one, Gramps- it's CHOCOLATE!"