One of the more infamous stories of our family, this one features Dad, the kids, and a cake mix. Beer may have been involved.

My recollection:

I was small. 5 or 6 maybe? Dad had us kids because mom was at one of her card clubs (she played Canasta with a group of her friends, something she really enjoyed and that was a really big deal).

I remember it being evening, maybe we had gone to LeSourdsville Lake (an amusement park) that night? When we got home, somehow Dad got in his head that he was going to make a pineapple upside down cake.

I remember there being a yellow cake mix, lots of pans, and a very large mess. What emerged (after overflowing the pan into the oven) was a sort of an overly browned gooey, sticky mess that was delicious.

I know that there was a huge mess in the kitchen only from mom telling us the stories afterwards – she was NOT pleased.

Yeah, pretty sure beer was involved.

Okay, older sisters, what happened? Obviously I don’t have the deets…