This time however, something was horribly wrong. They had bitter chocolate on top where once had been a rich, sweet frosting. Unsweetened oatmeal in the center where yellow creaminess once existed. The disappointment was palatable and we weren’t sure what to do until we saw our parents and Mrs. Matthews laughing uncontrollably at our crestfallen faces. Cream puffs were sacred ground, the holy grail of desserts. This was so NOT funny! It is, to date, the April Fool’s joke of our lives.
The joke was also extended to some other neighbors, the Berry boys. As they were driving to the Matthews’ house to collect their treats, their mother reminded them that the polite thing to do, when eating someones baking , is to appreciate it whether or not you liked it. They did their best and halfway through forcing the offensive cream puffs down Mrs. Matthews ended their misery by announcing “APRIL FOOLS!”
Mrs. Matthews is now in her 80s and as sweet as ever. Most people have a hard time believing she was ever even capable of being such a prankster. Every time we go back home we assure her we are just biding our time to get our “sweet” revenge!