"No, don't buy any cakes for Adam, I'm going to make him a cake." My grandmother looked at me.

"Really? You have time to make a cake?"

"Well yes I do. I've always wanted to make a cake." I didn't know what kind of cake, but I was determined. I scrolled through Facebook for Blossom, Tasty or another DIY channel to see what recipe I could do. Suddenly, an ad popped up on my screen that advertised "Tasty; the app where all recipes can be looked up at your fingertips."

So I downloaded the app and started searching until I found the right one, a Strawberry Lemonade cake. "Perfect!"

I went out, bought all the ingredients I needed. As my brother's birthday day approached I planned out how I would make the cake. When my brother left my grandmother's apartment, I planned on baking late at night to have it finished by the next day (his birthday).

"Bye Sabrina, see you tomorrow," my brother said while heading the door.

"Bye Adam see you tomorrow," I said nonchalantly. The door closed and I rushed into the kitchen. It was 8pm when I started and close to 10pm when I finished. The cake looked perfect. I was excited to see how everyone would react to my creation.

The next day, all the excitement and anticipation was almost getting the better of me. Once the moment came for the cake I was to the moon with excitement.

"Close your eyes, and don't you dare peek!" I got matches, lit the candles and set up my camera.

"Alright open your eyes." When my brother opened his eyes a smile spread on his face, much like how my parents and my grandmother reacted when I put the cake on the table. The candles were blown out, and removed. Slices were handed out and everyone liked the cake.

After drinking wine and eating cake, my brother's head started to droop in a sluggish way.

"Sabrina, did you spike the cake? Since I'm feeling weird."

"No I didn't put any alcohol in the cake," my brother pressed his palm to his face.

"Sabrina, are you sure," my dad interjected as he started showing similar symptoms.

"No, I swear I didn't put anything else besides the usually ingredients to make cake."

My mom and my grandmother started showing similar signs of 'cake intoxication' soon afterward. My dad and brother had moved themselves to the couch in order to prop themselves up properly while my mom, grandmother and I stayed at the table.

"Sabrina, I'm starting to feel it too, are you sure you're not lying," my mom said.

"Yes I swear that I didn't put anything."

A week later, my parents anniversary was coming up and I wanted to try again with my cake recipe. Making sure to put the ingredients exactly as was done before. Except this time, instead of just using baking soda, I put both baking soda and baking powder. This resulted in the cake becoming very fragile and brittle. My grandmother and I had to painstakingly peel the cake layers from the pans and then slap on the left over pieces to make a 'Frankenstein' cake. Luckily with the frosting, the cake looked normal.

Dessert came around again and this time with no side effects. My dad repeated the question, "What did you put in last time that you didn't put now?"

"I did the exact same recipe except this time I was able to put in baking powder and not just baking soda."

"What were the other ingredients then?"

"Eggs, milk, lemon juice, vanilla extract..."

"Wait, vanilla extract? That was the cause."

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah didn't you know vanilla extract has alcohol."

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does."

Later that night, I searched it up. Sure it enough it does have alcohol, as much alcohol concentration as a Captain Morgan Rum. Who knew, lol.