My wife had some ladies over for a Bible study tonight, and
she had asked me to pick up a cake for dessert.
The only thing I could find at the store meeting her very specific
requirements was called, “Chocolate Therapy.”
This thing was a double-decker chocolate cake with chocolate icing
between the layers, chocolate icing melted and drizzled over the outside, and a
giant chocolate rose on the top. In
short, we couldn’t figure out if it was supposed to be therapy or put you in
therapy.
When the meal was done, the ladies asked my wife to cut them
a piece, and that is when the real fun began.
Each one asked for a sliver of cake.
Now, to a normal person that meant a very thin, almost invisible from
the side piece of cake. To my Greek wife
that meant a quite large wedge of cake that stood about four to five inches off
the plate…on its side.
When several of the ladies started to protest that they
really only wanted a sliver, my wife said, “That is a sliver…a Greek sliver.”
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