Cupcakes and Beer!
I am trying with every ounce of me to "diet". That's a dirty word in my vocabulary, but I need to get comfortable with it. I'm weighing in at my record heaviest. Granted, I am not sporting a THIRD chin, but I could be a lot fitter. ANd with a wedding 9 months away, I am trying to be disciplined. Four days a week I drag my ass and a half out of bed and trek to the gym. It's okay. I'm making it. I sleep better and I have more energy overall. It makes my IPOD a good investment. But the cutting back on foods, specifically beer, wine, and chocolate....another issue altogether.
Mirror Pond is the best beer in the entire world and a grocery here in Phoenix now carries it, so I see no moral reason why it should not be in my fridge regularly. I try to have only one a day. I am not convinced of a calorie count, but 150 is a low estimate. And then there is my midday hankering for chocolate. I will murder for it. So I try to keep chocolate kisses in my drawer and have 3. But then the cupcake girls showed up and all efforts at willpower left.
Once a week or so, two of the sweetest and most precious little things peddle cupcakes in my building. THey are 8 and 5. THe younger one is always silent but she has the physical features of a child with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. She hides behind her bigger sis, and always smiles shyly. They both have their hair cut short in bowl cuts. Big sis struggles to hold the pan of cupcake delights. The cupcakes are uncovered and decorated all differently. You can tell which one decorated which, because some have a few sprinkles only on one side, or half a bottle of sprinkles in one pile... The older sister is a perfectionist, little sis is more abstract, or unsteady. But these are HUGE muffin size cupcakes. It takes two of their hands to life them out of the pan. (no paper holders, just loose.)
They show up around 3:30, and sell them for $1. They have this endentured servant sales pitch, which goes something like "these are heavy, we can go home when they are all sold." I know they are in foster care with their auntie who makes the cupcakes, but they decorate and sell. They get the money. So I am a regular customer. This week, they tried to upsell me. "DO you want to buy one for your kids at home?" In days past, they have tried the bulk sales, "If you buy 4, we only charge $3".
The cupcakes are damn good. Moist and chocolatey. And the little angel salesgirls make me smile. I love that big sis does all the talking for little one. "She decorated that one, she likes green."
SO once a week, I drive home with a big ass honking chocolate cupcake with the sprinkles all messy on my passenger seat. I crack open a Mirror Pond and ignore the concept of a diet, and enjoy it. What else could I do? WHat else would you do?
Mirror Pond is the best beer in the entire world and a grocery here in Phoenix now carries it, so I see no moral reason why it should not be in my fridge regularly. I try to have only one a day. I am not convinced of a calorie count, but 150 is a low estimate. And then there is my midday hankering for chocolate. I will murder for it. So I try to keep chocolate kisses in my drawer and have 3. But then the cupcake girls showed up and all efforts at willpower left.
Once a week or so, two of the sweetest and most precious little things peddle cupcakes in my building. THey are 8 and 5. THe younger one is always silent but she has the physical features of a child with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. She hides behind her bigger sis, and always smiles shyly. They both have their hair cut short in bowl cuts. Big sis struggles to hold the pan of cupcake delights. The cupcakes are uncovered and decorated all differently. You can tell which one decorated which, because some have a few sprinkles only on one side, or half a bottle of sprinkles in one pile... The older sister is a perfectionist, little sis is more abstract, or unsteady. But these are HUGE muffin size cupcakes. It takes two of their hands to life them out of the pan. (no paper holders, just loose.)
They show up around 3:30, and sell them for $1. They have this endentured servant sales pitch, which goes something like "these are heavy, we can go home when they are all sold." I know they are in foster care with their auntie who makes the cupcakes, but they decorate and sell. They get the money. So I am a regular customer. This week, they tried to upsell me. "DO you want to buy one for your kids at home?" In days past, they have tried the bulk sales, "If you buy 4, we only charge $3".
The cupcakes are damn good. Moist and chocolatey. And the little angel salesgirls make me smile. I love that big sis does all the talking for little one. "She decorated that one, she likes green."
SO once a week, I drive home with a big ass honking chocolate cupcake with the sprinkles all messy on my passenger seat. I crack open a Mirror Pond and ignore the concept of a diet, and enjoy it. What else could I do? WHat else would you do?
posted by Knows It All @ 5:59 PM
2 Comments:
At 9:09 PM,
Little Star said…
Those sound so good...
I'm so glad we don't have a cupcake pusher at our office... especially the adorable little girls... I know I would want one... A cup cake too!
At 7:59 AM,
Rocky said…
That is so cute! When I was a little girl, we use to peddle these bracelets made from weeds (mostly daisy's and dandelions) to the neighbors so we could have money for the Jo-Jo man. I don't remember what our sales pitch was, but we usually managed to sell each one for anywhere between a nickel to a dime. With the change we would buy Charlie Chan's, Lemon Heads, and Alexander the Grape. It is one of my favorite childhood memories. Then a couple of years ago, D. informed me that the Jo-Jo man was selling more than Charlie Chan's. It was a cover for his drug operation! Another childhood memory gone ghetto--gotta love growing up in the hood!
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