The Tale of the Two Cakes

It was Saturday night, and we knew company was coming the next day. Rachel and I decided to each make a cake...mine was yellow cake w/chocolate frosting, and Rachel's was white cake w/white frosting. Things were going good...neither of the cakes tore up when they were taken out of their pans...the frosting turned out to be the right color...everything just seemed to be going really well for once! As I was admiring my finished cake - which definitely didn't look as good as the pic in the book, but didn't look terrible, either - I discovered that one of my younger sisters was making a design on wax paper with some of my leftover frosting and flowers. I was so ashamed!!! She hadn't even taken the class, and here she was making an arrangement that looked 100 times better than mine! (I think I'm going to give up this idea of decorating cakes, and stick to simple things!lol!)
Rachel's cake turned out pretty good, I thought. We cleaned up our mess, and were busy doing different things when Dad came in and took a look at our cakes. He discovered that Rachel's cake had three small cracks in the top. We figured it was no big deal, it could be fixed in the morning. But by an hour later, the top layer of the cake was totally split into three large cracks! By the morning, it looked like someone had cut three giant slices of cake! Nobody dared to mess with the cake - we just served it like it was. I didn't get any pics of her cake after it split, but I wish I had! Oh, well, it tasted really good, anyway! :-)