OK, I'm pretty sure I'm the last person in the whole United States to read The Help by Kathryn Stockett.
But just in case I'm not the last, let me tell you that you will, like about 12 million other people, enjoy reading about Minny, the big-mouth maid who gets fired for doing something Terrible/Awful to her employer. (The Terrible/Awful wasn't what I expected. It was better.)
You will enjoy reading about Hilly, the queen bee of the Jackson, Mississippi Junior League.
You will like Skeeter, the too-tall white girl with the frizzy hair, who gets an idea that seemed a little contrived as a plot device but eventually earned its keep.
You will enjoy riding the bus home with the maids and hearing them talk about the white people they serve.
Yep, it's no wonder you have to fight for a place in the long line at your library to read this book.
In honor of Minny, the big-mouth maid who makes the best caramel cake in the world, I offer you:
Banana Fudge Cake
We recently enjoyed this cake in honor of a certain two-year-old's birthday. The honoree, upon arriving at his beloved grandma's house, ignored his grandma and went straight for the big red box with the picture of a trike on it. I do believe that helping grandpa assemble the trike was the most fun he had all day. He carried wheel parts around. He brandished screwdrivers. He checked grandpa's work and made sure grandpa stayed on the job.
When the trike was all done, so was dinner. But do you think we could get him to sit down for some macaroni and cheese? Nooooo.
Really, I don't know what else we could expect from the little fellow.
He can't even reach the pedals yet. But that doesn't stop him from (as Emma put it) Fred-Flintstoning his way across the floor.
He was, however, willing to take a break for a piece of this cake.