The only thing I can think is the kid made it solo the first time, and the second time the adult is going to do it, at least mostly, but say “we” made it. Supportive, nice and life-affirming and so on, but no, not very FUNNY per se.
Don’t any of you remember being a kid and making a cake with your mom, grandmother, (or great-aunt, in this case)? Licking the beaters/spatulas/bowls is one of the pure joys of childhood.
Aunt Tia’s kind offer to make a second cake immediately turns Gracie’s disappointment into happiness and anticipation.
It’s not that funny, but it’s pretty sweet (not unlike the cake batter and frosting)…
I recently read (but don’t remember where) that the actual risk is fairly low, and probably not that high in comparison to the shared enjoyment, but I suppose it depends upon one’s viewpoint.
The comic is just illustrating a positive attitude. The cake didn’t turn out the way they wanted? Well, they’ll try again, none the worse for it. Plus, this way they get another cake. There are no guffaws here, but the positive relationship between the little girl and her great-aunt (who lives with them and helps take care of her and her brother) is worth a smile.
If the first cake did not bake properly – it may not be edible and/or may not be safe to eat.
When I was a kid the only baking we did was from a box of mix. It was only after I was married and wanted to enter the LI Fair baking competition that I learned to bake – a lot of blue ribbons for my fancy angel cakes were the result. I now also know how to bake over a fire in a Dutch oven,although we (in the 18th century) call it a bake kettle – and it is real Dutch oven,with raised edge lid and feet and not one of the current casserole baking dishes with lids that are called Dutch ovens. (The feet keep it over the coals beneath and the raised edge keep the top coals on it.)
At least the former don’t try to get into my house! Nothing to fear from the lobsters. You shoulda seen the lizards on the island, tho – big as German Shepherds. Just marvelous!
The first cake I baked on my own, I forgot the leavening (baking powder, I guess). My pancake-cake was entirely inedible, but it sat on top of the refrigerator for a few weeks before it got dusty enough to be thrown out (at least, that’s what I recall). I guess it was inedible even to bugs.
Now I bake quite a bit – and dislike cooking, doing it as little as possible. But I do refer to uncooked cookie dough (if I don’t just say raw). And I don’t eat it – though it’s not the eggs I’m afraid of, it’s the flour. My mommy told me that raw flour would make me sick (I think I was about 5 at the time) and I’ve never been able to eat it since…
@ Andréa – I’ve never seen one of those bugs, so all I have to go on are the descriptions by Dave Barry, who said that they have wings. Giant flying cockroaches don’t seem like a friendly thing to have around.
Never seen ’em fly; if you hit ’em with Windex, they can’t run, either. Dogs like to chase ’em, so have been disappointed at having seen only one or two in the past year. And no, we DO NOT spray insecticide, indoors or out, which seems to be a thriving business here in FL, for some reason.
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The only thing I can think is the kid made it solo the first time, and the second time the adult is going to do it, at least mostly, but say “we” made it. Supportive, nice and life-affirming and so on, but no, not very FUNNY per se.
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maybe it’s an allegory for election day? (today in america)
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Metaphor for election day?
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Agree with Shrug.
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Wow, she made a lot of progress on the new cake in the few seconds between panels 2 and 3.
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If that was me, I’d make a double batch of frosting . . . which can cover LOTS of misteaks!
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Is that what the “hair” is supposed to be? Frosting?
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The middle of the cake ‘fell’ when it was cooling; I suspect it hadn’t baked long/hot enough. What she is mixing is another batch of cake batter.
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Don’t any of you remember being a kid and making a cake with your mom, grandmother, (or great-aunt, in this case)? Licking the beaters/spatulas/bowls is one of the pure joys of childhood.
Aunt Tia’s kind offer to make a second cake immediately turns Gracie’s disappointment into happiness and anticipation.
It’s not that funny, but it’s pretty sweet (not unlike the cake batter and frosting)…
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Yes, considering that a day or two ago, she was telling the brother he could only eat broccoli.
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Yeah, I think the little girl is scheming to get a second cake, and grandma fell for it.
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@ ja – I sure remember that, and so did Bill Watterson:
I recently read (but don’t remember where) that the actual risk is fairly low, and probably not that high in comparison to the shared enjoyment, but I suppose it depends upon one’s viewpoint.
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We were discussing eating chocolate chip cookie dough a few weeks ago. AND they are not COOKED; they are BAKED!
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Andréa: Isn’t baking a type of cooking?
Also: They wouldn’t call it a cookie if it wasn’t cooked!
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Not to me! That’s why it’s called a BAKEry, not a COOKery.
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I has the same thought Shrug, but it seemed like a bit of a reach.
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“Also: They wouldn’t call it a cookie if it wasn’t cooked!”
And they wouldn’t call it bacon if you didn’t get it by bakin’.
You cook bacon and you bake cookies.
And Lobsters are spider mermaids.
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According to Dave Barry, lobsters are the cockroaches of the ocean; having swum with them, I agree.
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Why were you swimming with cockroaches?
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I was snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef; because it’s a preserve, lobsters get HUGE.
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@ larK – That “hair” is not frosting, it’s an indication of heat rising from the freshly-baked cake.
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No, I was running with the election metaphor…
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You can bake bacon in the oven. It’s the easiest way if you need five pounds of it cooked in a hurry.
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The comic is just illustrating a positive attitude. The cake didn’t turn out the way they wanted? Well, they’ll try again, none the worse for it. Plus, this way they get another cake. There are no guffaws here, but the positive relationship between the little girl and her great-aunt (who lives with them and helps take care of her and her brother) is worth a smile.
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If the first cake did not bake properly – it may not be edible and/or may not be safe to eat.
When I was a kid the only baking we did was from a box of mix. It was only after I was married and wanted to enter the LI Fair baking competition that I learned to bake – a lot of blue ribbons for my fancy angel cakes were the result. I now also know how to bake over a fire in a Dutch oven,although we (in the 18th century) call it a bake kettle – and it is real Dutch oven,with raised edge lid and feet and not one of the current casserole baking dishes with lids that are called Dutch ovens. (The feet keep it over the coals beneath and the raised edge keep the top coals on it.)
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I remember telling a diffident cousin that shrimps were the grasshoppers of the sea; my uncle laughed and said I was not helping.
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And of course pigeons are “flying rats” (not that I’m likely to eat either).
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carlfink: “Why were you swimming with cockroaches?” . . .
‘them’ referred to lobsters, not cockroaches.
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Courageous of you: the former look more dangerous than the latter ;) .
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At least the former don’t try to get into my house! Nothing to fear from the lobsters. You shoulda seen the lizards on the island, tho – big as German Shepherds. Just marvelous!
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@Andréa, yes, I know. It was a joke because your wording could have been ambiguous, although context made your meaning clear.
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Here we call ’em Palmetto Bugs. Still nasty, but rarely seen. Thankfully.
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The first cake I baked on my own, I forgot the leavening (baking powder, I guess). My pancake-cake was entirely inedible, but it sat on top of the refrigerator for a few weeks before it got dusty enough to be thrown out (at least, that’s what I recall). I guess it was inedible even to bugs.
Now I bake quite a bit – and dislike cooking, doing it as little as possible. But I do refer to uncooked cookie dough (if I don’t just say raw). And I don’t eat it – though it’s not the eggs I’m afraid of, it’s the flour. My mommy told me that raw flour would make me sick (I think I was about 5 at the time) and I’ve never been able to eat it since…
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@ Andréa – I’ve never seen one of those bugs, so all I have to go on are the descriptions by Dave Barry, who said that they have wings. Giant flying cockroaches don’t seem like a friendly thing to have around.
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Never seen ’em fly; if you hit ’em with Windex, they can’t run, either. Dogs like to chase ’em, so have been disappointed at having seen only one or two in the past year. And no, we DO NOT spray insecticide, indoors or out, which seems to be a thriving business here in FL, for some reason.
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“My mommy told me that raw flour would make me sick”
She was correct on that score.
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