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So your Mom wasn't Betty Crocker; she sure loved you and continues to provide your funny bone with comic relief.
By: Daniel LaFrance on November 15, 2013
I think if we go back another few generations you and I would find we came from the same gene pool. My mom never quite figured out how to boil water. To her it was one of life's mysteries. Looking forward to Sunday's finale.
By: Scott Cody Park on November 15, 2013
baking a radio? come on!
By: TexWisGirl on November 15, 2013
I would think the plastic radio would have stunk up the kitchen.... My mom was a great cook except for baking- she left that up to me and Betty Crocker when I discovered in a Ladies Home Journal ( or one of those homemaker magazines) a variety of ways to decorate cakes making them look like trains, or butterflys etc- so she "let me" have fun and she got out of baking! Looking forward to Sunday!
By: Kathe W. on November 15, 2013
A delicious story, for certain!
By: Shelly on November 15, 2013
Cakes are hard. Your mom should have made cookies. Way easier. :-)
By: Lexa Cain on November 15, 2013
Did your mother's cakes (even those without a radio) ever sell?
By: fishducky on November 15, 2013
I'm hooked...can't wait for the conclusion.
By: Bouncin Barb on November 15, 2013
Oh, this is gonna get good!
By: mimi on November 15, 2013
Oops. I bet it didn't taste that bad before it took a tumble. xoRobyn
By: Robyn Engel on November 15, 2013
The tales of my childhood are always true (e.g. we really DID have a shag carpet covered toilet), but I do sometimes add a fictional twist here or there (e.g. my sister KNELT in a pile of elephant poop instead of falling FACE-FIRST into a pile of elephant poop). P.S. My mother could only make "Snackin' Cake."
By: Al Penwasser on November 15, 2013
I knew it. I just knew you would make me wait for the rest. It's like being interrupted in the middle of making love. Love, Janie
By: Janie Junebug on November 15, 2013
You do this all the time. I'm completely absorbed in the story and then poof! Wait until tomorrow. Okay, I have time to think what part of the story is fiction.
By: red on November 15, 2013
My personal opinion is that cake doesn't have to look good as long as it tastes good (and is chocolate). Can't wait for the conclusion...and I'm trying to figure out which part of the story is made up.
By: Pixel Peeper on November 15, 2013
Too bad you couldn't just get an Entenmann's.
By: Val on November 15, 2013
How did you get a picture of my cake???
By: jenny_o on November 16, 2013
... and I don't mean the first picture :)
By: jenny_o on November 16, 2013
That Delgado boy is trouble; you should stay away from him, Stephen as he clearly leads you astray!
By: Bryan Jones on November 16, 2013
The part that's made up? That you could possibly annoy your grandmother!
By: tom sightings on November 16, 2013
Where I am living now, they often have good old fashioned bake sales, with plenty of various cakes. Unfortunately I can't eat any of them but I enjoy watching the "club" of women who bake and share. Your story is intriguing. I can picture you as a boy talking non-stop and wearing out the grands. I remember Saturday nights too.
By: CiCi on November 16, 2013
What's "snackin cake" I wonder...?
By: Jenny on November 16, 2013
Well you certainly have my taste buds going for the rest of the story!
By: John on November 17, 2013
A cool cake and a compelling story! Eddie Haskell's name made me laugh! :)
By: Michael Manning on November 21, 2013
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