Where’s The Cake?                                                   Image result for a wedding cake

The 100th anniversary triggered Ronald’s sister to inquire about the cake that they had seen going into the freezer during their grandparents’ wedding. So, she called Ronald and asked about the cake who himself had lost track of the cake after 1950’s. But, he assured his sister that he would look for it.

Search in Vain

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As promised Ronald started searching for the cake in his old house with a very dim hope of finding it. He searched it in the basement as it was the most probable place to have had the cake stored. Ronald’s effort ended in vain, as he was unable to find it anywhere and thought that it might have been lost. Obviously yes, we are talking about the cake being kept 100 years before!

A Surprising discovery

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But, things got interesting for Ronald when one day while cleaning his garage in his Washington State home, he discovered a small, purple hatbox. An excited Ronald instantly recalled that he had seen the box before, but where? and why was he excited?

A Poem                                

It was not only the cake that Ronald found on opening the box. He was surprised to see that there was also a poem that a friend of Inez had written 10 years before the marriage. It read, “Remember me when far away, And only half awake,” the note reads. “Remember me on your wedding day, And send me a slice of cake.”                                     

There’s the cake

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Ronald immediately opened the hatbox and yeah! there was the wedding cake, which had been kept in the box 100 years before. One amazing thing was the fact that the cake had not lost in shape and even the icing was perfectly intact.

Petrified state

 

Although the cake was perfectly intact with all its icing decorated on top similar to when it was brought on the wedding day, there was one problem. In terms of edibility and state of the icing, the cake was petrified. Seeing the icing, Ronald said,“sounds like porcelain when you tap it with your fingernail.”