May 20th, 2010
|10:24 pm - Cupcakes!|
Ciro brought home cupcakes -- a thank you for being in a low-budget horror film -- and despite my usual dislike of cupcakes, and especially heavily-frosted cupcakes, I have had to be physically restrained from eating all of them immediately.* I brought one to work with me and it did not survive more than 10 minutes after I arrived at work. I considered driving home during my lunch break to eat the rest of them, but Ciro was there and would probably have barricaded the door. He has threatened to hide them so I don't spoil my dinner again, but the apartment is small and I will find them.
I forgot to mention that I finished reading Little, Big while on vacation. The overall plot was dissatisfying, to the extent that the author forgot a major character and everyone else's endings were essentially random, but to a certain extent that isn't really important since the book was more a rambling excuse to follow several generations of a family's history -- a kinder Gormenghast, or a more urban and mixed gender Lonesome Dove. Other quibbles: it is a genre book that uses metaphor, which means it is sometimes hard to follow, and some characters and plots are notably more interesting than others, which makes for slow reading. However, I'd still recommend it because it is one of the few fantasy books that is also literature (with striking observations about marriage, family, and the human condition), and one of the few urban fantasies that doesn't feel horribly dated.
* I am sure that eating all of these cupcakes in one go would be fine and would not make me throw up or pass out or start weeping, and probably they also have all the vitamins I need.
Current Mood: cupcakes?
Where were the cupcakes from? My coworkers are cuckoo for this place called Sprinkles, which I have yet to try.
YES to Sprinkles.
I buckle before overwhelming consensus. Sounds like it could be dangerous, but who am I to fly in the face of UNBELIEVABLE CUPCAKES?
|Date:||May 21st, 2010 06:39 pm (UTC)|| |
I don't know whether I can speak to Sprinkles; I think the cupcakes I am going crazy over are homemade. But I do bow to the authority of Ciro; he knows good cake.