"You don't know what you got til it's gone." Joni Mitchell
"If you like it then you should have put a ring on it." Beyoncé
Words of wisdom :) And I am guilty. Looking over my posts and reviews about cupcakes and cupcakeries alike you'll see entries full of superlatives: "the sweetest cake," "the creamiest frosting," "the most unique flavors"...When was the last time I enjoyed a cupcake without judging or comparing, but simply for the pure joy of it?
Since coming to Afghanistan in February I have dreamt that I was eating cupcakes no fewer than three times. I have perused online grocery stores, debating the merits of ordering flour, sugar and leaveners from across the world in the vague hope of being able to cobble together a dozen cakes in our meager kitchen. I have Googled temperature conversions to operate our Celsius oven. I have scoured vegan baking sites in search of the perfect egg-milk-butter-substitutions, as I have access to none of these. All in search of the "perfect cupcake" given my circumstances.
So imagine my surprise when, on a particularly lonely and homesick night, I happened to come across tiny frosted cakes during a late night run to the dining hall. Holding a styrofoam to-go box filled with barbecued beans and franks, I did a double take. I looked around surreptitiously to see if anyone else had spotted what could not possibly be true. I inched closer to the tiny card above the tray that read simply, "Cupcake"