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Sugar, sugar

Yesterday Culturalist posted the Top Ten Best Pop Tart Flavors of All Time.

Brown Sugar Cinnamon was #2.bs_poptarts

[Insert string of expletives here] WHAT!??!??!  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

No Pop Tart flavor has ever or will ever exceed the warm, Saturday-morning, better-than-even-grandma-could make goodness that is Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop Tarts.

The original un-frosted version is even yummier, if you can wrap your brain around that.

S’Mores?  Chocolate Fudge?  Cookies and Creme?  Please, they don’t stand a chance.  They’re mere snack foods.  Brown Sugar Cinnamon dominates breakfast, lunch, dinner and any time in between.

Culturalist — I know it’s not your fault.  You aggregate lists submitted by your users.  (You just might want to take a closer look at your users…ya know?)

Stray thought

Isn’t it funny how our brains work?

The weather this morning was perfect — cool and comfortable with blue skies overhead.  As I walked along with Rory Dog, I couldn’t help but notice the clouds.  They looked like thin schmears of white frosting on the sky.

But instead of making me hungry, they made me think of a book I read a hundred years ago — The Ivory Cane by Janet Dailey.  It was one of my mom’s romance novels, but the story sticks with me to this day.

The heroine Sabrina was an artist, blinded in her 20’s in a car accident.  When she frosted a cake, she had to run her fingers along the icing to see if it was completely covered.  Her family called her creations “fingerprint cakes.”

Of course, she still got the guy.  (It was a Harlequin romance.)

My brain conjured all that up from the sight of a wispy cloud.  But I still don’t much like cake.

 

Dough boy

Today we ponder the cupcake.

Take a close look.  What do you see?

A child’s party favorite, certainly.  A dessert small enough to eat without much guilt.  A treat that’s often pretty enough to do double-duty as decor.

But a weapon — a legitimate ‘book ’em Dano’ weapon?

Police in Chicago fell for it.

They charged a local woman with misdemeanor domestic battery Sunday after she allegedly threw cupcakes at her husband during an argument.  When officers arrived on the scene, his head and shirt were smeared with icing.

Excuse me, but — so what?

According to the Chicago Tribune, the ‘cupcake war’ victim had been arrested three times in the last eight years on domestic battery or battery charges himself.  Wonder if his weapon of choice was something as soft and cushy as a cupcake?

I’m guessing no.

Note — his charges were all dropped.  Wonder if they will be as lenient with our cupcake criminal?