Cake Season Opener

Rating: NSS
When we lived in the city of Amablu, there was the peculiar season which I dubbed “cake season”. (If you have read or heard this phrase from a certain free-lance Minnesota writer, I coined the term; she informed me that she was going to use it.) The season opener for cake season was confirmation Sunday, where we would go from open house to open house and consume copious amounts of confirmation cake, usually one from the local grocery store. After about 3-4 such parties, we would give up on the cake—one can take only so much of the same frosting which, after a couple of pieces tends to taste mostly like sugar blended with Crisco. It was rare the house which served anything else, although I still fondly remember the family which had no cake but several flavors of four-layer delight (crust, cream cheese/Cool Whip, pudding, more Cool Whip)!

Cake season would continue through the round of high school graduations and wrap up at the final wedding of the summer. Sometimes it would begin early or end late due to a baptismal dinner or a wedding after summer. It got to the point where after cake season I would be yearning for pie.

Now we have neither high schoolers nor confirmands who would invite us to their open houses--although we’ve found the open house tradition, at least in the case of confirmation, is tapering off. Cake season in the land of Tilt-a-Whirl began last weekend, and the home opener is tomorrow. I may celebrate next weekend, depending, and the next chance might be the end of the month with 8th grade graduation. For now, I guess I’ll have some carrot sticks and save my calories for some bedding foam with sugary Crisco, or as we like to call it, grocery store cake.