Location: Savannah, Georgia
Last September, David joined me at several of my weekend speaking gigs since I was on the road the entire month for Ovarian Cancer Awareness month. (He has probably heard my talk over fifty times, but he says he never grows tired of it. That’s a good hubby I’ve got there.) Our travels always include great meals and lots of walking (to offset the great meals), but in Savannah we also enjoyed the Great Cake Pop Giveaway.
Every booth at these survivor events has giveaways like candy or lip balm or tshirts or bags to lure you to their table. The Myriad Genetics booth was giving away teal (the color for ovarian cancer) cake pops. They were a big hit, especially with the kids, but even when we let folks take handfuls of them, there were a ton left over. So David and I left the race with a huge box of them. Our plan was not to gorge on them ourselves, but to give them away.
Now when I say our plan, I mean mine. David was initially a reluctant participant in the Great Cakepop Giveaway. He would have preferred it if I had simply handed the entire box over to a family or to the hotel staff. Offering them up one by one throughout town was not his idea of a fun afternoon activity. He was dubious that people would accept a cake pop from a random stranger. I am happy to report he was wrong on both counts.
It turns out being offered a teal cake pop out of the blue brings out the giddy child in everyone. We made a lot of friends that day and people were genuinely delighted to get a cake pop, sometimes returning with a coworker or friend to partake in the Great Cake Pop Giveaway. We were so tickled by people’s reactions, like the immaculately dressed elderly woman who broke into a huge grin and said, “Why yes, I would love a cake pop!” and then devoured it in one bite.
So that’s all I have for you today. Cake pops, connecting with folks over cake pops, and the fact that sometimes we are just one cake pop away from turning strangers into friends.
What a great story, Katya! I can relate for many reasons but mainly because I had a dear neighbor named John Black who gave out candy all the time. Everyone called him “The Candy Man!” He kept tons of “Cowtail” candy (a SUPER sweet combination of caramel and some fluffy white cream – even as baker, I truly have no idea what that cream is made of! Probably Crisco? Yikes!) in every pocket he had. Mr. Black gave it to kids on the street, waitresses who were taking care of him, complete strangers who passed him and truly anyone. Just as with your experience, he was typically met with a little bit of an inquisitive look and then a big smile as they received a few pieces of candy and with a pronouncement of “I love you.” It was an endearing act of kindness which I believe Mr. Black benefitted from more than the recipients. Thanks for sharing your Cake Pop tale!!
Love that! Wish the Candy Man had lived on my street! 🙂
This reminds me of you inviting a beggar from the street in Islamabad to have tea at our house. The shock of our servants and their dilemma and insistence to deny entrance was quite a serious event. Do you remember? And there was the guy who was crying in the street because he lost a cow to an accident. You told him not to worry, you would go home to your mother and she would buy him a new cow!!!!!
So you’re saying this is not a new thing with me… 🙂
Cake pops. Not a bad little story. And yes, David is a fine, fine hubby.