You know exactly the kind of cake you like. You’ve had different ones that you did enjoy tasting but this particular kind just does it for you. For me it’s Red Velvet. Oh my god, Red Velvet is seriously heaven on Earth. Yes it can be too sweet but it is exciting and unexpected. It surprises you; in the best way possible.
You’ve had a good cake relationship in this Café, ate slices from the same one and were content. Till one day the cake was gone. So you ask for another one, thinking they’d obviously have the one you like. But there are times when your usual and beloved Café runs out of Red Velvet cake. People fell in love with its extraordinary taste and took away all the pieces. So you are left with but one choice; find a new place that sells it.
You search and search, but apparently your favourite cake is now everyone’s favourite cake (you are allowed to act all hipster at this point – I give you permission), and you are getting quite upset. What if you don’t find another Red Velvet ever again? What if you are forced to eat a Victoria Sponge Cake or even worse, Carrot Cake? God, no. You have to find that cake if it’s the last thing you do.
One day, sitting on it’s gorgeous plate, you find it. It’s not as red as you remembered it looking but it definitely is the amazing Red Velvet. You enter shyly into the beautiful vintage Café you had never seen before and politely ask for it at the counter. The shop assistant is cheerful and as she brings it to you, you can almost hear the angels sing.
The table you choose is the one next to the window. You look around and notice people happily eating their favourite cakes, it feels encouraging and promising. Your fingers trace the fork as you stare at the cake. The frosting is as inviting as ever and you can almost taste it. You know exactly what it tasted like, as you’ve had it many times before. The seconds tick by and without a moment to lose you cut into the piece and bring the fork to your mouth. The smell tingles your nose. “Finally” you whisper.
And then you taste it. You nearly drop the fork with the shock.
This is Red Velvet? What?! No.
It doesn’t taste like what you remembered. It tasted strange and to be frank you don’t like it.
So what do you do? Do you take it back and ask for an explanation? Or do you eat it because well, it’s Red Velvet? The one you really like, right?
Love,
Nina
xx
Inspired by the ever ongoing tales of dating.
Photo by theboozybaker, edited by Nina.
The Cake Analogy 