That title is figuratively speaking. To be technically correct, Hick's Harem literally GAVE the cake! Hick came through the kitchen door with it on Wednesday evening, right after I had typed that previous last line about how Hick would adjust his schedule to help the Harem, but not to help ME. Well. Of course he would! He's not going to be getting a cake from me.
I don't know what special occasion justified this cake. I'll have to do some interrogation when Hick gets home. He didn't say much about it.
"Look what my 'Harem,' as you call them, gave me today!"
"Dang! That's like a whole cake!"
"I wasn't gonna take it, but I thought, no, that might be rude. They made it and wanted me to have it, so I took it."
"It looks DELICIOUS! But I thought you didn't like coconut."
"I don't. But it supposedly has pineapple in it, too. I'll have some tonight after supper."
Well. I can't compete with that cake. Even though I fried half a pound of bacon for bacon and tomato sandwiches for Hick's supper, along with chips and homemade dip.
Hick put his cake on the bottom shelf of FRIG II. The only open space. Just like that. On the plate. I said it would get stale, but he said it would be fine. Hick would gladly share some of his Harem cake with me, but I don't need it. It's not on my "cutting back" menu.
I admit that later in the evening, I used my pinky finger to steal that large crumb, and a swipe of fallen-off icing. It tasted like ambrosia. Enough is almost as good as a feast. I'll leave the feasting for Hick. Who ate half of one piece for dessert.
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