Saturday, April 14, 2012

Garage Sale Cake Pan

There it was in big red letters................GARAGE SALE, with an arrow pointing to the driveway on the right.  My brain quickly warned, "No, just keep going," but my heart stilled me to silence.  A farm garage filled with tables of neatly arranged hand tools, household miscellany, toys that still looked like new, boxes of Reader's Digest hardcover books, and the expected mishmash of oddities.  As I ambled table to table, Connie Conscience started harping, "Don't buy a thing.....remember, you're clearing the attic and getting rid of stuff.....why would you bring home more debris!"

On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the most effective, my willpower teeters and totters at 2.  The narrow cake pan with Norwegian Almond Cake recipe taped to it for $2 was more than I could resist.  I picked it up, studied its possibilities and could easily envision me passing plates of white almond cake to our guests and ceremoniously unveiling the history of the cake pan.

(24 hours later)

A-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h.....our house smells almondy....the first Norwegian Almond Cake to ever grace our home is cooling on the kitchen island.  Instructions say to leave it in the pan to cool, or it will break apart. Making it was a joint effort, one measured the flour while the other sprayed the pan, one broke the egg while the other got the milk from the fridge.

There are three lessons here...

1.  Our conscience doesn't always know what's best for us.
2.  There's a whole lot of uncomplicated fun waiting to be's up to us to look for it and set it into motion.
3.  The seed of a good time is most likely found in the most unlikely place.