Cupcakes can get personal. “Personal” as in the way you choose to eat them.
There seem to be just as many ways to eat a cupcake as there are to tie a scarf or arrange a living room. Each method speaks to the eater’s personality, mood, or preferences.
Take The Mug Shot, for example. For the cupcake enthusiast who likes things evenly distributed. The Mediator, if you will. Everyone gets what they desire, no one is left wanting. The t’s are crossed, the i’s are dotted. Everyone’s happy.
One caveat to the Mug Shot method: It’s for the cupcake eater who chooses taste over aesthetics.
The Mug Shot is like a war; it starts with the clashing of two vastly differing lifestyles. A mug, usually used for drinking, suddenly finds itself housing a solid object – a freshly frosted cupcake.
In the blink of an eye, the two are at odds – a flurry of activity follows. Mashing, crushing, smashing, smushing, stirring – metal clangs on porcelain until all that is left of the cupcake is virtually unrecognizable. A mangled mess.
And yet … there is a light at the bottom of the vessel. A realization, a phoenix rising from the ashes. The icing and cake are uniformly mixed now. Within a few precious moments and swishes of a spoon, these mere acquaintances have become blood brothers. Every bite is perfect – a little icing, a little cake. A little heaven.
My friends, sometimes war is delicious.