After the Birthday Gal happily blew our her candles on the carrot cake that I baked, the other student assistant and I cut the cake and served the slices to the Birthday Gal and everyone else in the Department of Secondary Education office. The cake looked yummy. Everyone took a bite. Several people looked puzzled as they chewed.
The gruff teddy bear of a department chair said, "Sue, did you forget to turn on the oven?"
The Teddy Bear Chair examined his cake. "It's flat."
"That's the way it's supposed to be." I said.
"I love it," said the Birthday Gal. "It's just like the cake from home. All full of nuts and carrots. Thank you, Sue."
The Birthday Gal was from Central America. She gave me a hug and took another slice.
The Teddy Bear Chair continued eating his cake. "Have you made this cake before?" he asked.
"First time," I said.
"So, we're your guinea pigs," he said.
"All my cakes are first times," I said. "They're never the same. I don't measure things."
"Ah ha! That's why. Measure next time, Sue." He said, then turned, walking into his cavern of an office with his nearly eaten piece of cake.
Much later, as I sat at my desk, typing paperwork, my supervisor Dr. Who-Writes-Romances-During-Her-Breaks came out from her office behind me. "Sue," she said, her voice full of excitement. "I know what's wrong with your cake."
"Yes," I said, thinking there was nothing wrong with my cake.
"You forgot the flour!" she said. She went back into office with a satisfied look on her face as if she had solved a mystery. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I did use flour.
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