Beneath the Coconut Icing

In my family there is a particular story related to German chocolate cake. A little background: my mom's favorite cake is German chocolate, my parents divorced when I was 7 and my mom remarried when I was 9.

The story starts at my mom's wedding. I, being nine, decided that it would be a good idea to eat two pieces of cake at the reception. It was a typical wedding cake, white cake, butter cream frosting and if I remember correctly it even had the cliche figures on top of it multitude of frosted layers. But the fun didn't stop there. Later that night we returned to our house for a continuation of the reception. It was here where I laid eyes on the largest German chocolate cake known to man. It was a brick, 2'x2'x6", a massive slab of the richest chocolate and sweetest coconut frosting you could imagine. I decided at once that I was going to eat as much as possible, which I did. Eight pieces later I was feeling, well lets just say a little queasy. I wandered out the backdoor and in to an unfortunate cloud of cigar smoke. The next thing I knew a nights worth of hard work was splattered on the back steps, all 8 odd pieces of it.

This tale of over consumption is, much to my dismay, told around the dinner table at least once a month, but is especially popular at parties. So for all of you a lesson, watch how much you eat for remember it isn't nearly as pretty splattered on pavement.