Let Them Eat Cake: I Heart Halloween (& Cupcake Pops)

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

I Heart Halloween (& Cupcake Pops)

Up until about two hours ago I was completely unaware of this thing called cupcake pops. How?! Why?! This is completely unacceptable and a tragedy of a magnitude equal to that of Arsenal losing a Champions League match (ahem or should I say THEORETICAL Arsenal defeat... cause we won 5-2 last night BOOYA yes I just wanted to mention that somehow).

But really, combining cupcakes and lollipops? Which happen to be two of my favourite things in the world (granted, I have a long list of favourite things... but it's because I happen to be easily pleased, not because I'm liberal with my favourite-things label)?! GENIUS. Ms. Bakerella, you are a modern day hero, and officially my new favourite blogger.

Some of her Halloween ingenuity:

My favourite is the Bad Ass Pumpkin third from left... though Anime Pumpkin on the far right is also a looker

Distressed and dismayed Caspers

Superfluous confessions time: masks scare me shitless. Regardless of who wears them. So while these mask cakepops are the cats pyjamas... I wouldn't eat this last batch. They creep me out.

I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal.

The author of this blog is a 30 year old female who is extremely passionate (i.e. gets super worked up - either angrily or excitedly, depending on the topic) about books (especially beautiful fiction), feminism, crosswords, Jeopardy! (and basically all trivia in general), bags, makeup, maps, when Queen songs come on at karaoke, mille crepe cake, FRIED TEMPEH, libertarianism (she almost wishes she lived in New Hampshire so that she too could drive around with the state motto 'LIVE FREE OR DIE' emblazoned on her car's backside), beaches, oxford commas, the colour pink, and random lines from movies and television shows.

She is also extremely hyperbolic (though she prefers to call it artistic license, which in turn is just a euphemism for the unfortunate I-make-everything-dramatic syndrome), verbose (thus the generous use of brackets, which niftily contains each meandering, verbose thought in a little package of its own) and employs too many commas in her writing, creating sentences that keep going as long as the proverbial day. She does not make excuses for her verbosity, and never has, even to her many long-suffering schoolteachers who kept drawing red lines through her essays in desperate attempts to drum into her brain that no one really wants to read everything on which she waxes lyrical.

Obviously, these attempts were futile.

Let Them Eat Cake

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

I Heart Halloween (& Cupcake Pops)

I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal.

Oh hey.

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