This was/is one of those perfect black forest cherry cakes that you can either make yourself or buy in a shop. I did not make this one. Mr. Swiss purchased it because we were expecting visitors. Everything was perfect until I heard an exclamation from the kitchen. “Oh etc. etc” the rest is left to the imagination. Luckily this perfect black forest cake had not yet been unpacked and was still covered by its protective cover.
I realised that something had happened when I saw Mr. Swiss with a special flattening knife attacking the surface of the cake. Yes, he had dropped it and according to Murphy’s law and the gravitational pull, it had landed with the top side down, during its fall, meaning that the perfect decorative points of the cream topping were no longer points and the strawberry decoration had moved.
I decided to leave him to it, I was convinced he had everything under control and who am I to add to the problem. It was when I entered the kitchen to make final preparations to serve lunch that I realised there was more to this malheur than would meet the eye. My clean kitchen floor showed traces of chocolate which had somehow dislodged itself from the top of the cake, but I would emphasise the cake never actually touched the floor, but a black forest topping is not something stable. It reacts to dropping movements and even some pieces may be dislodged. The perfection of serving a black forest cake to visitors was now in jeopardy. However, we soon had everything under control.
The top of the black forest cake had perhaps lost its perfection, but was now an example of abstract painting, something completely different, a new design. In the meanwhile I swept the chocolate shavings together, although Mr. Swiss found I should slow down my motions, as the chocolate was begininning to smear on the floor. No problem, I had everything under control. I had a soft damp mop in my cleaing chamber, ready for such ermergencies. It is the mop I use every morning for my stone floors and I found it is a good idea to keep it ready for emergencies that could, might and will happen during the day.
Whilst Mr. Swiss was still shaking his head at my efforts to sweep the remainders of the chocolate together I was thinking ahead. I stayed cool, as always. I soon surprised him with my efficiency in producing the damp mop and sweeping everything together again. The panic was over, we were now two golden oldies that nothing brings out of their concept.
In the meanwhile two of our guests found something more interesting to eat, although they decided a piece of black forest cake would serve its purpose as a second course.
It was a pleasant afternoon, the weather was perfect and we had met our neighbours again who moved away some years ago. These are the moments in life to savour and enjoy and seeing the two young men again, the youngest being a baby when he left, was the perfection of the day. There are times when not everything has to be perfect and a falling cake does not ruin the day, just causes a little unwanted excitement.
Daily Prompt: Jeopardise