…About how the whole tiny-bites-of-frosting-in-annoying-paper thing is seriously out of control in the way a trend can only be when influenced by both our memories of classroom birthday parties, and the saccharine gushing of celebrity chefs? Part of the charm of the cupcake is the pastel link to childhood — but overexposure makes everything lose its charm. EVERYTHING. To wit: behold, The Electric Cupcake Maker.
You know that phrase “jump the shark?” It’s not just for TV shows anymore. The cupcake thing is OFFICIALLY out of control.
Six silicone cupcake “cases.” Little flashy lights. Ten minutes “and not an oven in sight.” Insane, isn’t it? You cannot find a decent bloomin’ waffle iron for love or money around here, but a cupcake iron? We’ve totally got your back on that one.
Foodies are just the weirdest people sometimes.
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To heck with it. I’m serving “krispy kale” at my next birthday party.
Wow–a cupcake baker? As I’ve never enjoyed cake, I usually endure cupcakes because the ratio of frosting to cake is a good one. But yes, I am tired of cupcake shops on every block.