Deception by dessert.

As previously stated in my first blog, I love cupcakes. My partner in crime, better known as my husband, he also is a lover of the cupcakes. We both have a sweet tooth that is out of control. No will power, either of us. So, we are quite the connoisseurs of cupcakes. While being stationed at Fort Campbell, Kentucky we were thrilled when a bakery opened completely devoted to cupcakes. I will not divulge on how many times we frequented this establishment. They had the most ah-mazing flavors, truly works of art in their own right. Why does my title speak of deception you say? Oh, let me just tell you why. After moving to my hometown of San Antonio, Rob and I sitting here one night starting reminiscing of our Cupcakery. Immediately I google "CUPCAKE BAKERY+ SAN ANTONIO" Jacccckkkpot! And what do we have here? Kate's Frosting- Located on Broadway 4.2 miles from our house? Yes, please! We will be there as soon as I find my other flip flop! We find the place with ease and I take a minute to appreciate how completely adorable it is. Brightly painted with a ginormus whimsical cupcake on the roof. The sun is shining down on it like God is giving it his approval. Could this rival the Cupcakery? Upon entering my excitement goes down a notch when I see a very sad display of baked goods. You are offering me vanilla/vanilla, vanilla/chocolate, chocolate/chocolate and carrot cake? Seriously people. You are dealing with pro-fess-i-ooonals.

I bought $25 worth of those miserable excuses of cupcakes. We ate them in silence, frowning the entire time. Wherever you are Kate, if you are listening....your cupcakes suck ass. I could bake a box of Betty Crocker, slap a can of frosting in a ziploc baggy and squirt it on top of some cupcakes and it would be better than what you are producing.

Point of this? Don't mess with cupcakes.