The other day I read something that wasted paper expounding on how passe molten chocolate cake is. (I know that little punctuation thing is in here somewhere.) And I thought, How damn stupid is THAT? Why would something that makes your mouth sing be "out of fashion"? WHOSE fashion? The first time I ever fainted over one of these was in the Bahamas about 25 years ago, and you had to order it when you first entered the restaurant. Cafe Martinique. And they...I can't remember. But it was the real kind (not a souffle) where they spooned something extra into the middle just before you ate it, to complement what was already gooshing around in there. Grand Marnier something, I think. And a couple of years ago I had one in Bham, with vanilla bean gelato and fudge AND butterscotch sauce and NO, it wasn't overkill. It was orgasmic. They had equally good coffee. I think I took a nap in the car afterwards. Drooling on the seat.And THEN, something popped up a minute ago about how "yesterday" cupcakes are.
Cupcakes. Excuse me, but cupcakes are the foundation on which this country, your mama, and the basis of democracy are based. If you are a child, you need cupcakes. If you are a mom, you need cupcakes. If you are a teacher, cupcakes mean the difference in getting home at 4:30 or getting home at five o'clock. Cupcakes WORK. Cupcakes may be the single most efficient discovery since the wheel. And some yo-yo somewhere is denigrating CUPCAKES?
(That cute little baby cupcake in the corner? I made those last year for the Not Nice Kid's first grade teacher's baby shower. I mean, just how much guest intimidation is THAT?)
Well, I just want to know when that yo-yo is passing through the Pearly Gates because I don't want to be NO WHERE NEAR. (That's a Center Star term.) The lightening bolt will be all-encompassing.
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