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Re: [IP] My sugar-free cake story

That story takes the cake Mary Jean.. I guess you can't have your cake and eat it
too :)
Do you know what sweetener he used?
You mind if I write that story into a screenplay for one of the last episodes of
yada yada yada  :)

email @ redacted wrote:

> With all the talk about how some artificial sweeteners upset our digestive
> systems I remembered the following story:  (This is 100% true, by the way)
> I live in Boise, Idaho.  My sister, Gail, is an attorney who lives in
> Maryland.  She has a client who is a professional baker in Dallas, TX who
> specialized in baking cakes in unusual shapes.  About 5 or 6 years ago she
> arranged for a very special birthday gift for me.  Seems her client was just
> releasing a new "line" of sugar-free cakes.  I am a quilter when I'm not
> reading email and surfing the net.  Gail sent her client a picture of a quilt
> I had made for her daughter.  He, in turn, made the most extraordinary cake.
> It was a bed, complete with headboard and footboard.  There was a teddy bear
> made of sugar-free marzipan in the bed and he was under a frosting replica of
> my neice's quilt.  The whole thing was HUGE, probably about 24" x 36" or so,
> and was about 10 inches high with all the "furniture", and completely "sugar-
> free"!
> Now, did you catch the part about the baker living in Texas and me living in
> Idaho??  He sent out press releases to the media and held a "photo-
> opportunity/news conference" at the airport to announce his new line of cakes.
> (He told me later that there WAS a picture of my cake in one of the Dallas
> papers.)  He had made arrangements to have the cake carried on a United
> airlines flight to Boise. The airline was reluctant, at best, to do this so he
> told them a fib.  He told them that it was for "a dying lady in Idaho and this
> was her last wish".  This appealed to the flight crew's sympathies and so they
> agreed to take the cake.  They were planning to put it in one of the overhead
> baggage compartments but it was TOO BIG.  Instead, they put it underneath one
> of the flight crew's seats in the cockpit.  But, they had to break off part of
> the headboard in order to make it fit.  As you may suspect, news of "the cake"
> travelled all over the airplane and by the time the plane landed in Boise at
> 11:00 pm all the passengers had heard about the dying lady and her last wish.
> Of course, I knew nothing about this bogus story and was sitting there at the
> gate with a big smile on my face waiting for my cake.  My father went with me
> to the airport since my husband had to stay home with our son (past his
> bedtime, you know).  We noticed that the passengers were giving us rather odd
> looks as they got off the plane, especially when my father's neighbor got off
> and saw us sitting there and was totally speechless.  (He must have been
> wondering why Dad hadn't told him that I was dying!)  The cake was last off,
> carried by the flight attendants.  They appeared to be a little baffled
> (probably by my apparent "good health" and the huge grin on my face.  I'm sure
> I didn't look like a woman on her deathbed.)  By the way, the cake was
> absolutely gorgeous, this guy has talent.
> The next day, I took the cake to the quilt store where I work part time.  I
> wanted to share it with everyone there.  We all ate some of it and marvelled
> at the story of the cake's journey. (The baker had called me earlier in the
> day to relate the tale of my impending doom.)  But several hours later, we all
> noticed that we had to make frequent and urgent trips to the bathroom. (aka
> "the trots").  I managed to put two and two together and decided then and
> there, that I didn't like sugar-free cake anymore.  I kept the cake for
> several days to look at but couldn't bring myself to eat any more of it.
> Unfortunately, it finally ended up in the garbage.  I do have some great
> photos, though.
> Have a great day!
> Mary Jean