I combed the world wide web and my recipe book dungeon for a cake recipe. Not any specific recipe but a cake recipe. Because my parents are coming in ten days time and I need a recipe. The pretext of it is of course, parents are coming so it would be nice to bake a cake for them. I did find a cake recipe which I really like and I am ready to paint the kitchen red. Of course, still on the pretext of it would be nice to welcome my parents with a cake.
Shall I venture to dig deeper in? Whom am I trying to kid, really? Beyond the pretext, I do actually acknowledge that this is not about my parents, nor the cake. It is about me trying to prove to them that I can bake a cake.
Beyond the pretext, the core is always about myself, really. Or rather – that ego thing I have. The basis of all my actions and reactions, unfortunately.
Hence a red velvet cake it shall be, the inflating agent to my big E.