Fifty Shades of Cake

I wait nervously on the counter, wondering what will happen next.  Will I be used as an ingredient in something, or simply boiled, fried or scrambled and eaten on a slice of toast?  I cross my yolk and pray to God that it won't be the latter.  My heart skips a beat as butter, flour and sugar join me on the worktop.  Moments later a mixing bowl and whisk appear by my side and I know from that moment on that all my dreams have come true and my destiny is to become part of a cake....