The Chocolate Cake

Traditions come in an all kinds of packages. They are passed down generation to generation cherished each time. These traditions are what make up part of our character. They come from our culture and represent our background. My package, happens to come in a large brown scrumptious one: The Chocolate Cake. Since my grandma was little, she would have one big chocolate cake made every single birthday. It had three delicious layers of spongy chocolate cake topped with one layer of chocolate fudge hardened over the top and in between each layer. This heavenly creation was one to save. My grandma then made this cake for each one of her four kids on every one of their birthdays. In one year, there would be six chocolate cakes made to be devoured. She didn’t even have to ask because there wasn’t even a doubt about which cake my mom and her siblings wanted. They never questioned the chocolate cake until one year my uncle decided that he wanted a change and wanted to try a new flavor. He asked for a strawberry cake. As they all sat around the table ready to bite into the soft pink filling, their faces began to change. With every bite, their expression began to turn into disgust. The strawberry cake tasted like sausage. Some sausage oil must have gotten into the pan that year by coincedence, but it was taken as a sign and never again was the chocolate cake every questioned. To this day that same chocolate cake with its succulent fudge is made for every one of my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and parents’ birthday.

Daniela Carlock
Writer