MeandMarj: Don't worry my mother had a flop, too!

Grandmother: When my mother was first married, it was up in Cambridge, Massachusetts. My father was going to MIT. It was snowing like crazy out. It was piling up. And she made a cake...or was it a pie? It was a cake I think. It was a flop. I don't know why but it didn't turn out right. So, she opened up the window and threw it out. Well, it was quickly covered up with the snow. Next spring, when my father was out cleaning out the yard, he comes across this cake and he goes, "Good gracious! How did this cake get out here?" So, she had to confess!
Alison: So, what happened when she confessed?
Grandmother: I don't know. He didn't beat her up or anything. He probably laughed!