On Cupcakes

I recently went to Sprinkles in Palo Alto for a cupcake, because, you know, my husband likes risking his life driving in Palo Alto with Cal license plates. First of all, let me say that I like cupcakes; not love, just like. To me, it is essentially regular cake batter with frosting on top. What a concept, huh, cake with frosting. But somehow turning this cake with frosting into a smaller circular shape ends up costing the consumer three times as much. Most cupcakes are dressed up too, usually with some pastel color hat or frosting, snappy ribbons or sprinkles, and wrapped in a shiny skirt or cup. Cupcakes are treated like babies! Actually, I take that back. As a new mom, I do not treat my baby like that. A day that ends with less fecal material on his bottom than the amount he produced is considered pretty good treatment by my book.

I wanted to try Sprinkles because it has gotten a lot of raves from celebrities. I got the red velvet cupcake. I was not impressed at all. Earlier this year, my friend Julie gave me a delicious recipe for red velvet cupcakes, so I like to toot my own horn and say that my red velvet cupcakes are better than Sprinkles. Actually, it is her recipe, or whoever-she-got-the-recipe-from's recipe, so it is somebody else's horn.

Cupcakes seem to be the trendy thing for young people these days, including guys. Perhaps this is due to the fact that Sprinkles cupcakes made an appearance on the show The Girls Next Door. I can imagine a typical conversation between two guys on a Friday night as follows:

Person A: Hey man, what are you doing tonight?
Man: I am getting a cupcake.
Person A: Wow, you are so cool, not sissy at all.

Trendy foods used to be giant cookies, then fro-yo, and now these mini-cakes called cupcakes. As the portion size with each successive trendy food gets smaller and smaller, the average American B.M.I. gets larger and larger. This is exactly why I am cooking up a nice 50 oz. ribeye tonight and finally losing my baby weight.