I smiled, pulling the box from the back of the Cupboard into the light.
Red velvet cake.
I lick my lips as I open the box, pulling the paper bag out and putting it on the counter. Next, I pulled out a bowl, and using a knife sliced open the bag and poured the brown dry substance into the bowl, waving the chocolate smoke from my nostrils.
Reading the box, I followed the directions, pulling out three eggs, a couple measuring cups, and some vegetable oil.
You see, I love Red Velvet cake.
Making it is a lot of fun, and the taste is always amazing.
I tossed in the oil and some water, along with the eggs, beginning to stir it.
The brown dry turned to a blood red as it got wet, and my smile widened.
You see, this, is why I love red velvet. It's red like blood, consistent like blood, and well, it tasted good.
I licked my lips as I pulled the spoon from the now well mixed batter and placed it to my lips, enjoying the taste and the feel, and the, well, everything.
I watched as the batter rolled from the bowl into the greased pan and did a three - sixty grabbing my opened beer and brought it to my lips, about to take a drink if the intoxicating liquid when I remembered the taste of the blood batter.
I placed the bottle down and let my finger swipe the top of the empty bowl, bringing it to my mouth, tasting the sweetness.
I placed it in the hot oven and closed the door, sitting down to wait for it to be done.
When the bell dinged I pulled out the cake, slicing it neatly and pulling off a slice.
I slid my fork into the red cake and pulled off a bite, truly enjoying it, deep down inside.
"God I love this cake."
