Tuesday, February 19, 2008
My Dirty Little Secret (Yes, another one.)
I have something to confess. I have been keeping a little secret from you, and I feel so bad about it that I can’t even sleep anymore. Okay, here it is. I made cupcakes out of the box on Valentine’s Day, and worst of all, I think they may have been the best cupcakes I’ve ever had. Moist yellow cake, creamy chocolate frosting, Andrew and I ate half of them before dinner (which was, of all things, meatloaf). So, I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner, but I was just too scared. Then I thought, well, you have been quite understanding when it comes to my missteps. You confessed that you, too, like dinner from taco trucks, and you love Velveeta. So I figured you could handle this one, as well. I had all intentions of making red velvet cupcakes from scratch, including the frosting, but the day just got away from me. So I was left with a very difficult decision, Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines. I went with Betty. She was on sale, and she was delightful. So again, I am realizing the road to becoming a foodie is a long and treacherous one, marked with fast food, processed cheese and cupcakes out of the box. Hey, at least that Drink of the Week was good, right? Right?