Living in SoCal is dangerous. But I'm not talking about gangs or
road rage or murders or that kind of danger. I mean that within
a 1 mile radius of my apartment, there are more restaurants of every variety I
can think of than I've ever had access to in my entire life. More than one should have access to.
It's
dangerous because I now not only have a cupcake shop I like (something I didn't
have before in the Midwest), but I now have a favorite cupcake shop. Meaning there are
multiple bakeries devoted solely to cupcakes and I have sampled enough of them
to both feel like a complete glutton and come out with a favorite.
Dangerous.
Dangerous
because I've been on a diet for the last 11 months or so, and I've lost 45
pounds so far, which is great and I'm crazy excited about it. I haven't done
any crazy fad diet either... when people ask how I've lost the weight, I
usually say, "I'm on the 'put less shit in my mouth' diet." 90% of
the time, I'm really good and eat well and healthy and all that, but once in
awhile, I just need a day where I say, "screw this" and then I go and
get a cupcake.
Which,
really, is what a healthy diet is all about right? Balancing the good with the
occasional indulgence? Please agree, at least to make me feel better about
these cupcakes.
Because
these cupcakes (particularly the red velvet) are divine. You take a bite and you want to leap through a field
of wildflowers doing pirouettes beneath a glorious rainbow. Or maybe just slump
down in your chair and close your eyes and savor each crumb. Yeah, that’s a
little closer to reality… but you’ll totally be prancing through a field in your
mind.
These cupcakes are so good that if you drop some frosting on your
desk at work (because you went out on your lunch to buy one), you will totally
swipe it up with your finger and eat it because
no part of that cupcake will be wasted and you won’t even care if people
judge you which they totally shouldn’t.
And when you go to buy cupcakes, you’ll tell yourself that you’re
just going to order a mini one so that you can still be a good dieter and not
feel guilty later but then when it’s your turn to order, you’ll just go ahead
and order a full-size one, because you deserve it, dammit.
Ahem.
I
crave these cupcakes so much that I actually scheduled a date with myself in
which I did some shopping and ended the outing with a cupcake. I scheduled it.
I looked forward to it all week. I didn't put it on my calendar, but I did put it on a note on the fridge:
"Saturday - Cupcake Day!"
And I enjoyed the hell out of that cupcake. And I was even nice
enough to order one for Rich and even though I kept eyeing his cupcake once I
finished mine, I didn't even touch it, because I’m such an awesome girlfriend.
And these cupcakes make you want to share with others, rather than hoard. I mean, share as long as you
have enough to share… I don’t mean they make you want to split your own cupcake
with someone else. Heavens no. But you want to buy some for others just so you
can share joy and have a conversation about how awesome they are.
Point is, they’re good. And they put me one step closer to a life that
mirrors the movies. (Seriously, aren’t women in movies always stopping in cute
little bakeries?)
I’ll confess… this post doesn’t have some great point. I really
just wanted to tell you about my little cupcake shop. But I guess I’ve been
thinking about it today because I’ve been a little down lately (missing my
family, missing the fall weather I’m so deprived of here) and those cupcakes
make me ridiculously happy and glad I live within 2 miles of them. And we all
need some small thing like that that cheers us up. It’s like a little secret
treat that puts a little pep in our step. That’s what those cupcakes do for me.
So even though they’re unhealthy and probably go straight to my
hips, I’m going to continue to enjoy them. Continue to be happy. Continue to
eat the frosting that falls on my desk.
Please don’t judge. You would do it too.
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