Around here we have a cupcake craze that has spawned a few cupcake bakeries. I have been to one a couple of times. Once to sample a cupcake and the other to pick up a pretty one for a friend who was celebrating her birthday with a cast on her foot. Were those cupcakes worth the money? Not even a little bit. These are box cake cupcakes covered in way too much overly sweet frosting. They are lovely to behold, but beyond that, they taste completely store-bought.
I was standing in line at Wally, and they had single packages of decorated cupcakes. I read the ingredient label and just shivered. There was a list of unpronounceable chemical substances. I suppose that if I wanted to create an ingredient list for a home made cake, and had to break it down into its chemical make-up, it would be similarly scary, but then again, flour, butter, sugar, vanilla, eggs, baking powder, cocoa? No emulsifiers or stabilizers needed, y'know?
This has left me to ponder the popularity of cupcakes made from a mix, decorated with a half cup of sugary goop and presented like an artistic creation worthy of inclusion in the Louvre. What's the big deal? Why would people be so gaga over a single serving in a paper cup? Why not a slice of a home made cake created with the inner magic of a happy baker? I have to admit I am at a loss to explain this phenomenon, and that is why when I offer birthday greetings, I include the hope that there will be good cake. Cake not from a box or the Kroger bakery or any other commercial concern that doesn't make cakes from scratch.
That, my friends, is my idea of a good wish for you. Imagine it coming from my kitchen, baked with love and served with hugs. Are you feeling it?