Read the passage.Two eggs, room temperature. Three quarters of a cup of milk, room temperature. A stick of butter, room temperature. I looked at the ingredients lined up on the counter. In just a few minutes, the community baking contest would begin. I was ready. I could bake this cake in my sleep. I’d practiced enough times. The main judge lifted a tiny bell. "Jing-a-ling,” it sang. That was my cue. I jumped right in. This was my contest to win.