2014年04月28日
Something comforting
It’s funny how we all define the good things in life so differently. Back when kids used to bring boxes of assorted cupcakes to celebrate their birthday, I loved to ogle (okay, creepy) and watch each student make the all-important decision of which type of cupcake to take–chocolate with vanilla frosting? vanilla with chocolate? chocolate with chocolate frosting and chocolate sprinkles?–because it is my personal opinion that you can tell a lot about a person through their cupcake choices TV Mobile Stand.
I know.
I was a pretty deep elementary schooler.
It was my empirical observation that there were always some cupcakes that got snatched up first: chocolate, then vanilla, then that funky-looking cupcake in the corner that got slightly smushed while your mom made a sharp turn in your car avoiding that crazy granny veering across the street with her roller shopping bag. But the next time you brought this same box to the another place, say to a swim team BBQ instead of school, maybe the vanilla and smushed cupcakes would disappear first before anyone so much as touched the chocolate Bordeaux wine.
And who can explain why this happens, really? my eight-year old philosopher’s brain would ask.
Me, I’ve always been a full-fledged vanilla cupcake kind of gal. At those glorious school birthday celebrations, I’d turn full-on gladiator against my peers to grab the vanilla funfetti one with vanilla frosting before anyone else could. I was no cupcake ninja; I was Xena, the cupcake warrior.
But obviously I’m not blogging to you today about vanilla cupcakes. When I started thinking about what kind of cupcake I wanted to make this week–because it’s been a really long time since I’ve used my muffin tins and they were crying out at me from the pantry–I knew I wanted something warm. Something different. Something comforting Flowers in Hong Kong delivery.
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