Cakes, as in the spongy concoction with frosting, often baked in the often, was held as a facet of western culture (even though it's pretty much intergrated into the main culture by now) in China. Growing up, it was something rather exotic and I remember, by the time of when I was five, at least, that the 'tradition' of getting a cake on your birthday had already started. So, in my household, you get a cake on your birthday. And that has continued all the way till when we get here, where cake is really, REALLY common and so it's extended that sometimes we'd get cake during gatherings too. Then my mother decided that she quite liked cake and I seemed to like it too and so just last year it's been extended to all sorts of 'special occasions' as well...such as the few days right before I left for college. Malvina can testify, she was the cashier who checked out the cake at Safeway. Now, apparently, my parents have decided to get cake for no apparent reason.
Cake is getting very common. I have yet to learn how to make a chocolate cake from scratch but will chalk it up to one of the many goals that I hope to accomplish in life, regardless of its individual significance. Like going onto a rooftop, which I have already accomplished.
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