Well, this plot is really heating up quickly! A competition for cake designers? Whoa! Who would ever expect a retired hotel manager to come in and upset the establishment? And when he elicits the help of Santa Royale's most experienced celebrity chef, Mary Worth, those culinary school graduates won't have a prayer. Sorry, suckers, John Dill just laughed at you from the winner's circle.
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John had better check out Mary's culinary skills before he elicits help from her for the big cake design competition. I mean, has he seen her vegetable terrine and her ghost pies?
I agree with Wanders' secret message. The first thing I thought when I read today's strip was, "If Mary helps him, wouldn't that be cheating?!?"
(It seems that it is becoming more difficult for me to prove I'm not a robot. I'm starting to worry that I may be turning into a cyborg!)
We're going to see Mary help this guy design a cake? Mary, queen of the salmon squares? Christmas came early!
"OK, John, where's your kelk? Let's get cookin'!"
Don't forget... this is only the competition for DOWNTOWN Santa Royale. We will have months to read about the semi-finals in downtown, midtown and uptown, then the ultimate showdown of the final bake-off, sheduled for printing in our newspapers in June, 2016.
Well, as long as no one has to actually taste that kelk-flavored cake, he has a fighting chance.
Hold it. He's a RETIRED guy who designs cakes in his SPARE TIME?
Wouldn't his whole life be "spare time"?
And doesn't Rule 32.5a say something about a slice of the contestant's cake having to fit on a standard size dessert plate?
Maybe Mary is going to "help" by bribing and/or threatening the cake judges.
Where is Wilbur? I thought for sure he would be checking out the big unicorn cake hoping it was filled with slices in ham inside.
Mr. Dill has a point; we've been laughing and snickering at his cake all week.
Relax, everyone. She's only going to be helping him laugh all the way to the winner's circle.
Nothing in the rules says he can't have help laughing.
"I can see them laughing now!" says John woefully, but then rubs his chin thoughtfully and smirks. Yes, laughter. Laughter and positivity. That is how he will win their hearts! Little did he know it would begin his descent into madness. Marys encouragement mixed with his already twisted psyche drives him over the edge. He quickly designs more stupid inappropriate cakes of what seem to be designed for a 3 year old's birthday party but is actually supposed to be for a wedding or a funeral. He spends nights sculpting ballerinas and toy trucks, using the most hideous and nauseating color palettes, out of thick cement-like buttercream. This will make them laugh instead of mourning their dead loved ones, thinks John morbidly with a smile on his face.
All the while, Mary seems to be constantly behind his shoulder encouraging him cheerfully. "Yes John! Unicorns are positive! People love to see unicorns at funerals! It will make them laugh! Toy trucks for a wedding? Why, it symbolizes innocence and youth! PEOPLE NEED TO BE HAPPY JOHN! MAKE THEM HAPPY JOHN!"
Notice that no one is EATING that cake. It hasn't even been sliced. Is it made of cardboard, or plaster of Paris?
Hearing Mary declare, "I'll help you!" - words to make one's blood run cold.
I wonder what Dawn and Jim are doing right now.
Having been out of the country and out of the loop for the last two weeks, I realize how much I missed you guys! Thanks to Wanders, I am now all caught up--at least on Mary Worth. Two weeks of laundry for two people is another matter.
Anyway, Oh, Christmas Joy! A new storyline! Is that cake intended to be edible, or is it just a massive cylinder of styrofoam and pink icing? But what does it matter. Anyone who has eaten Mary's cooking would find that an improvement.
@fauxprof, it's good to have you back! I missed you. Did you have any adventures that came close to those of Wilbur and Dawn?
With Mary's secret recipe for Flak Frosting, how could they lose? Oh, and here's a pet peeve of mine. People on allrecipes.com take a 5 star recipe then enter the cake or pie or whatever in a contest and win, then brag about it in the comments. I think that's cheating. It's supposed to be your own recipe for a contest, right?
Now I would laugh at any of the following who entered a cake design competition:
-- ex-Olympic power-lifter
-- ex-reality tv show 'star'
-- ex-pricing manager
-- ex-hot dog cart proprietor
-- 'writer' of a mundane comic strip
But I would never-- NEVER! -- laugh at an ex-hotel manager who entered a cake design competition.
While part of me is interested in seeing what the Santa Royal Convention and Visitor's Center looks like, deep down I've already tired of this story.
Anonymous at 12:23 PM - I was thinking the same thing myself, a la "bring back Dawn and Wilbur." But I sat down until the urge went away. I'm fine now, thanks.
Dr. Jeff didn't win over Mary's heart. Mary seems to be all over newly widowed Mr. Dill. Did Eleanor recently eat a kelk casserole? Just asking . . .
Mr. Dill's winning cake entry will depict a model car plunging over one side of the cake with a frosting caption, "Oh, no!"
Friday AM: Happy Mayan Doomsday, everyone! After voting in my very first Worthy Awards, I felt the need to comment on Friday's strip, notably panel two. Mary didn't radiate that much at Gina's wedding! And she never radiates for poor Dr. Jeff. Do I sense an enthusiasm for something (or someone) other than the cake design competitio?
Cautionary note to Mr. Dill: When Mary says she knows her way around a kitchen, that means she can tell the fridge from the stove. She still gets confused by the microwave, however.
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