photo credit: SDHS website
Anyone who has lived within the limits of our school corporation has tasted the deliciousness that is what we’ve coined a specialty cake by Deb. Deb was your everyday Southeastern Indiana mom–a very nice mother of 2. Supportive of the pee-wee football league and Bobcat basketball. And to top it all off, she could made a mean cake. People lined up to participate in our school carnival’s cake walk, hoping to get their hands on one of her culinary creations.
My dad’s 50th birthday was our first personal interaction with one of Deb’s cakes. Brent and Deb’s son Cory were in the same class and had become friends so my mom contacted Deb to make a cake shaped like a woman’s torso, complete with a couple of C-Cup mounds. Don’t worry, she was wearing an itsy-bitsy, sugar icing bikini. The cake was a hit, tit-illating all of the guests’ taste buds.
Fast forward to 2006; I was turning 26, and decided to throw a self-important White Trash Bash theme party. Complete with a woman’s torso-shaped birthday cake sporting a Rebel flag bikini. Brent and Cory–once BFFs–had gone their separate ways. This stemmed from an incident where Cory’s new clothes and shoes were “ruined,” falling victim to a water balloon fight during Brent’s 8th-grade graduation party. However, Brent put their personal differences aside, and was the bigger person. He enlisted the help of the white pages, and began a relentless voice mail campaign to try and get his big brother a specialty cake by Deb for his 26th birthday. His persistence, however, didn’t pay off. We had to reach out to another vendor for our cake. And no, it wasn’t as tasty.
We were convinced that perhaps specialty cakes by Deb were no longer. Increasingly busy in her new position as an office secretary at our local high school, maybe she couldn’t find the time to take care of both tardies and taste buds. We knew it wasn’t anything personal. Until today, that is.
Jody sent me an e-mail directing me to pictures from the high school’s 30th birthday celebration. The main photo on the website outlining the festivities featured Deb, showcasing a suite of sweets she had baked and garnished in red, white and blue. It seems that specialty cakes are indeed alive and well, but Deb enforced her reserved right to refuse service to anyone.
Specialty cakes by Deb has definitely left a bitter taste in my mouth.
2 blogs in a row!
Left by monica swick on June 10th, 2008