20 December 2007

Cake: 1,000,000; Pie, 10

Maybe I'm exaggerating—a little. But there is no contest in the contest between cake and pie.

The other day, while I was doing some chores, a soap opera just happened to be on. In the scene from One Life to Live, a boy sat at the counter of a Paris, Texas, diner, preparing to judge a pie-making competition between the diner's owner and a waitress. She spoke in her southern drawl, claiming to be from Texarkana and having legitimate southern piemaking roots. And the diner owner, as they are wont to do, threatened to fire her. He told the boy to be completely honest.

At this point, I stopped folding laundry and looked up to see the face of this innocent kid, who said, and I think I have it exact, "I'm sorry. But I just don't like pie. I like cake."

I whooped and hollered. I yelled, "Atta boy!" I raised my fist to the sky.

Now if only I could count on soap opera children to read my book.


Carolyn said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog to wish me a happy birthday. I wish you every success with your book which I imagine will be a huge hit. I mean, who doesn't like cake??? (I suppose all those fools who like pie don't like cake, but who needs them anyway.)

Cake forever.

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