I have a strange relationship with cupcakes. It’s pretty much the same relationship I have
with cake. I love to bake them, I love
to decorate them, I love to admire them and I absolutely despise eating them. It’s the texture. It does nothing for me but make me
thirsty. And birthday cake? Don’t even get me started. Nothing grosses me out more than eating a piece
of cake that someone just seasoned with their DNA. Sick.
It's a shame, I know. Everything about them screams, “Eat me! I’m delicious.”
Today I walked into the break room at work and discovered an array of
pink, red and white cupcakes in celebration of Valentine's Day.
“Soo
pretty”, I cooed.
The icing was piled
high and the little sparkle-hearts pulled me in for a closer look.
Maybe
this time will be different!
I chose a vanilla cupcake with pink icing and a giant white heart on top. I took a sniff. Mmmmm, smells soo good!
I took a small lick of icing! Yummmm!
I strategically placed the cupcake at an angle where I would get equal parts icing and cake.
The only thing I could think of as I bit into the that tiny cup of love was, "...where can I spit this out?"
...so sad.
Wow, that IS sad. :-(
Posted by: John H. | February 14, 2010 at 09:38 PM
What about a cold glass of milk to go with that cupcake?
Posted by: alejo699 | February 16, 2010 at 11:53 AM