I’ve seen it more than a few times: an expecting couple serving a cake to celebrate their new baby, and the colour of the cake is supposed to tell the gender. That, unsurprisingly, rankles me, both because you’re only going to be aware of the kid’s biology and because of assigning colour to gender.
I think, if K and I go that route when the time comes, we should do a cake as well. But it should just be a vanilla cake on the inside. “What? I’m white, she’s white… the type of cake shouldn’t be a surprise.”