This Takes the Cake

IMG_20140205_154900Here’s one for Sherlock. We’ll call it the Mystery of the Baffling Baked Goods. As I walked out of McDonald’s one afternoon I came across a puzzling sight.  There on a little patch of dead grass in the middle of the parking lot was half of a child’s birthday cake, perfectly preserved, with plastic lid still intact. (In case you’re wondering, the white patches are melting snow.)  Now some of you might say, “So?  There are many reasonable explanations for a situation such as this. For instance,” ? . . .?  . . . ?.

See what I mean?  What could possibly have caused a half eaten birthday cake to appear in this parking lot median. Did it fall from a passing space ship, the remnants of an alien child’s  festivities? Did it get bumped out of  a hungry delivery man’s bakery truck? Did someone eat their fill and decide to share with other parking lot dwellers? I don’t know, but that’s about the extent of my theories.  Ideas anyone?

Where are Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys when you need them?

11 thoughts on “This Takes the Cake

  1. Oooo! I want to play. What is missing is the sign that said, “free cake for hugs” and once the person was filled up on hugs, they just walked away from the cake. Seems like it took a lot of cake to get them filled up on hugs, though….


  2. Clearly no one else has heard of wild cake seeds. While not as common as the garden variety (pastrious beginimous) cake seeds they do upon rare occassion burst into view usually on frosty (frosting) mornings in unusual places and almost never in ovens. What is even more unusual in this case is that while the more cultivated (and filling) pastrious beginimous will often not shed its outer pan until late summer, the wild version tends to shed its container almost immediately. Perhaps this is a half (eaten) hybrid version previously unknown to organic pastry observers.


  3. Wow, maybe I should have kept it and turned it into the pastry growers society. If it’s a brand new species, they might have named it after me. Your vast knowledge of these things astounds me.


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