little bitty girl

There seems to be a conspiracy brewing in the upper ranks of the Kang household. I have always been the apple of my parents' eye. Mind you, my brothers are apples of my parents' eye as well; I just like to think that my apple is shinier and prettier. Since I am the youngest and only girl, I've always been a little more spoiled than the others.

As you all know, things have begun to slightly shift ever since I started dating Stefan. For some reason, it was pretty instantaneous love between my parents and Stef. Not that I minded, as it's always lovely when your family accepts the one you love. My parents, especially my mum tend to convey love through food. I think that is where I got my passion for cooking and why I love doing it for friends and family.

I always say that you're either a really good cook or a really good baker because it seems to take unique mind sets to do the two. I am a good cook and a dismal baker. Ken is a fairly good cook (not as good as me) and an excellent baker. Kelvin, well, he's still learning at both but has made great progress especially since marrying Irene. Stefan is the baker in our household. My mum happens to be one of those who are equally good at both.

As children, we were not really allowed any cookies and cakes except during special occasions. Needless to say, I don't really enjoy desserts as much as I should. But now that my mum has no kids living with her, she's decided she wants to bake all the time. Unfortunately, none of her children seem to crave baked goods. Enter Stefan. He's her perfect guinea pig because he will eat any type of dessert. The growing love, I believe, has stemmed from that.

The one baked good that I do enjoy however is my mum's chocolate cake. In the past, she would just wrap it up and give it to us and Stefan would just assume that the entire cake was his. Then she had to start making two separate cakes. Since I don't inhale my food like Stefan does, he would start poaching on my half. It started to get ridiculous as we would call separately to complain to Mama Kang about how the other wasn't sharing.

So now, to keep the peace, she labels the cakes so that there is no squabbling between the newlyweds. Yesterday, Stefan came back with some Mama Kang goodies. He had put the bag down when I ran to rip it open to see what was mine. Stefan had been trying to find a pen so he could change any names before I got to it. When we opened the bag, we both got the shock of our lives. At least, I did. Stefan was too busy jumping around and whooping with glee. On the one cake, was clearly marked "Stefan" and on the other, it was marked "Stefan/Karen".

When the heck did I get demoted in the family ranks that I don't even get my very own cake?

I am very disappointed in you, Mother. I cannot believe you let Stefan bamboozle you with the batting of his golden lashes. I know he's beautiful but he's very conniving as evidenced here. He's completely usurped my place in your heart of hearts. I await your call of apology and another cake.