Double post. Phooey.

I’m not especially fond of April Fool’s Day. I’m unfortunately rather gullible (I tend to take things literally), and easily embarrassed, so I’m usually not amused when someone pulls a prank on me, especially a cruel one.
That’s not to say I don’t pull April Fool’s jokes, but I prefer to do so in a way that doesn’t hurt anybody (no pranks that I would mind being the victim of). Last year, I baked a lemon cake, and dyed it with food coloring so that it looked like a chocolate cake. Then I served it to my family. Stupidly I told them that it was a vanilla cake before they started eating it (hoping for a three-way psycho-culinary bamboozling: your eyes tell you it’s chocolate, your mind tells you it’s vanilla, your taste buds tell you it’s lemon), before realizing that it would have been an even bigger surprise if they were expecting chocolate, but tasted lemon; two flavors even more disparate than lemon and vanilla

(I never said I was a good prankster). Still, the joke worked quite well (and since my dad wasn’t around when I announced the “true” identity of the cake, he ate the cake under the pretense that it was chocolate); it took everyone quite a while to guess what the cake’s actual flavor was. The best part was, everyone thought it was a good joke, and they liked the cake.
I did the same thing again this year, this time with a strawberry cake. (It’s probably going to become a yearly tradition.

) Unfortunately, most everyone guessed the flavor right away.
