"What are you doing, Dad?" I asked.
"Trying to win a contest," he replied.
"I don't understand."
Dad smiled as he continued to stir the lumpy cake batter. "Our dinner club is having a night when the men make desserts. The ladies will vote on the best dessert."
"Oh," I said, with a twinkle in my eye. Dad was competitive. When he took on a project, he went all out. He did this even when there was no prize! He just liked to be the best.
I asked him what he had decided to bake.
"Mom loves red velvet cake. It's a challenge to make from scratch, so I don't think anyone else will try it."
"What's so hard about it?"
"It takes some work to get the color just right. It should look just like red velvet. I need to put in enough cocoa so that it tastes chocolaty but not make the cake too brown."