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Easter Baking

Today I made our Easter cake using a friend's idea. It's an empty tomb cake!

And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled the boulder back and sat upon it.His appearance was like lightning, and his garments as white as snow. And those keeping guard were so frightened at the sight of him that they were agitated and they trembled and became like dead men. But the angel said to the women, Do not be alarmed and frightened, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, Who was crucified. He is not here; He has risen as He said [He would do]. Come, see the place where He lay. Matthew 26:2-6



Here's Laura's instructions for how to make it:

You make a regular chocolate cake and pour the batter in a bundt cake and cook according to the recipe. Take the cooled cake and cut it so that you have 2/3 of the cake on one side and 1/3 on the other. Take the larger piece (2/3 of the cake) and put it in the middle of a cake plate so that it looks like an arch. Put the smaller piece(1/3 of the cake)also standing on it's ends like an arch, behind the larger so that they look like a cave. Buy a large Peppermint Patty and use this to cover the front of the tomb. Ice the cake with chocolate icing to look like dirt and then color some coconut green to put on the cake plate to look like grass. Then on Sunday you can roll the stone away and see the empty tomb. I always put a piece of a napkin inside the cave for the grave clothes. I also put a little sign on a toothpick that says HE IS RISEN and place the tooth pick in the cake next to the opening.

She also sent these instructions for making Resurrection Biscuits which we are going to do later on today. The marshmallow represents Jesus' body, the biscuit (we've used crescent rolls if you don't have biscuits) represents the grave clothes, and the butter, cinnamon, and sugar represent the oil and spices He was anointed with. After they are baked the grave clothes are empty!

Resurrection Biscuits:
Take the biscuits from the "Grand Biscuits" you buy in the can. Have each child flatten their biscuit and give them a large marshmallow to put in the center of the flattened biscuit. Wrap the dough around the marshmallow taking care to close off all the seams. Dip the biscuit in melted butter and then roll in cinnamon sugar. Place them on a cookie sheet and bake according to the directions on the can. When they are done, the biscuits will be round and hollow inside.

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