Plain Cake!

I walked into my in-law's house this evening to the wonderful aroma of Chocolate cake baking. My mouth began to water as my father-in-law pulled the beautiful, fluffy morsel from the oven. He opened the drawer, grabbed a knife and thoughts of that fresh chocolate cake being smothered in cream cheese icing ran rampant through my mind. I think that I may have drooled a little. In one of those horror movie slow motion flashes that you sometimes see in your mind, the knife pierced the heart of the cake with no trace if icing anywhere. I did not know whether to scream, cry or prevent another murderous stab into the now designated heart of that beautiful cake. I could not believe what just happened. As the son of a cake maker, I had just witnessed a crime. Who eats plain chocolate cake with no icing? My father-in-law. That is who.

I quickly opened the refrigerator in an attempt to find some icing to patch the wound that had been inflicted on that poor cake. There was not a single container that represented the familiar shape of an icing cup. 

After rooting around the shelves of the fridge in a panic I found a tub of cool-whip. It was not quite what I was looking for, but I made due. I slapped a dollop on the cake commenced eating. The cake was obviously delicious, but I cried through the whole experience. I have never been through such a traumatizing experience. Put icing on the cake!