Cupcake!
March 10, 2008 Leave a Comment
Julie My Love made cupcakes for tonight’s party. There are twenty-four of them here on the cooling racks. She’s asked me to share a test confection with her to confirm that it’s worthy of the “homemade by Julie” appellation.
With fine little fingers she splits the tiny treat in two, and we eat our halves over the open lid of the trash can to avoid crumbs dropping on the floor.
“What do you think?” she asks as the sprinkles crunch between my teeth and flow into memory on a vanilla crest.
“I’ve never been blown away by a cupcake, but then I can’t recall ever being disappointed either.”
I don’t like cake (Julie makes pies for my birthdays, typically involving some combination of pecans and maple syrup.) But I do like cupcakes. A cup is a single serving, and so of course a cupcake is a single serving of cake: a beautiful balance of cake and cream in a bite-sized bundle that’s just enough to leave you wanting more (usually until the middle of your third cupcake.)
Cupcakes also keep you young (except for your circulatory system, which they age more quickly.) They’re small and fluffy and creamy and covered in vibrant sparkles, and they smear their frosting on our tender souls as soon as we’re old enough to understand what every good birthday party has in store.
I’m past my thirty-third birthday now, and tonight’s just an evening to spend with friends, but Julie’s made cupcakes, and soon we’ll all be as giddy as kids once again.