Today, however, has been one of those other days, one of those hard days. Last night was one of those hard nights. Last night was tears and questions of why, last night was a fitful sleep that carried into this morning, and this morning was waking up with a tremendous headache that made the world seems to bright and too dark at the same time. Then I had a notion, a small, almost flippant notion, almost but not quite. I decided to google the phrase ‘Happiness is a Cupcake’ and I found something! Something small, not unlike a cupcake, something delicious, quite like a cupcake. And so friends, I will post it here, for perhaps this wisdom is not only for me but for you as well, dear ones.
Finding happiness in a cupcake
Perhaps a little background is necessary first.
As I’ve mentioned previously, I’ve been on a bit of a cupcake binge lately. However, my cupcakes are always so small and humble-looking. In the back of my mind, what I’m really thinking about are those behemoths that they sell at Starbucks. If I was truly a cupcake connoisseur, my creations would be just as glamorous looking. Besides, more cupcake is always better, right?
So, I was delighted when I found the answer last week: they make a special muffin pan for this task. The pans have an ordinary-sized receptacle for the paper liner, but the top quickly flares out allowing for muffin-top maximus.
The pans work as advertised, but I quickly discovered a problem.
Imagine a cupcake shaped like a portobello mushroom: it has a small base and a comically-large muffin top. In fact, the top is so large that the cupcake acts as a tiny pedestal for a lot of frosting. And then–just as quickly as you can say ‘Williams-Sonoma’ (professional 12-cup muffin pan, $17)–all of the balance that makes the cupcake so wonderful and so enticing disappears into a top-heavy, 500 calorie turd.
The cupcake–in its infinite wisdom–has taught me something about happiness: find satisfaction in your current abilities because more isn’t always better.