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Story Time: Eating bunny cake

Posted on Tuesday, April 12, 2022 at 10:28 am

By Lorry Myers

While most of you have been planning Easter dinner or an after-dinner egg hunt, I have been up to my elbows and eyeballs in cake mix and frosting. While most of you have been looking your Easter best, I am a hot mess with batter in my hair and icing where it shouldn’t be. Every year this happens and this year was no exception. This time of year, while most think of malt balls and chocolate eggs, all I can think about is cake.

The annual Bunny Cake Bake-off.

Surely you remember; my family is crazy! We are scattered all over the country but that doesn’t stop us from doing things together. Someone came up with the brilliant idea that every Easter we have a bunny cake baking contest. Each submission must start with one cake mix and two round cake pans. Each participant can only spend $20 to adorn their cake and everything on the cake must be edible. Each cake is submitted with a name and then all are posted anonymously on line and social media judges which bunny wins.

It is never mine.

Over the years, my bunny cakes have been less than stellar. I did a red-eyed Rocky Mountain High Bunny, accented with oregano. I made a chocolate bunny because, after all, chocolate bunnies matter, too! I’ve done a Playboy Bunny, a plain cake called “No-make up Bunny”, and one year, I drove over my failure of a cake with a lawn tire and called it “Road-kill Bunny.” Last year, my cake was called “Angel Bunny” complete with a golden halo and black licorice glasses that resembled my husband, who should have been here to help me make the bunny cake. I thought surely Angel Bunny would garner the sympathy vote and win the Golden Bunny trophy.

The voters didn’t fall for it.

The winner each year is not just a cake, they are polished works of art. The icing is smooth with no crumbs or cracks. The trophy winning bunnies are clever and catchy and look like they were made professionally. They are sleek and sophisticated, classy and charismatic.

Then, there is mine.

For the complete column, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard