"Congratulations! You graduated college! So what about getting married? When is that going to happen?" was a question frequently asked the second I graduated college. It is the natural progression of events right? It's that cultural, ok-you-are-now-of-age-and-there-should-be-a man-putting-a-ring-on-that-finger thing. A friend of mine posted this my friends are married tumblr on my wall which sheds light on this situation in a pathetically connectable and comical way the other day. I loved to hate it. Yes. I am 26 and so far God's plan has not entailed any bling attachment to ring finger. I could throw a pity party, but I have decided that it will be worth the wait because the man of my dreams will eat my cupcakes with such enjoyment that they will look like my mini friend, Ryan. She. loved. my. cupcake.
See? Love smeared all over that cute face. So, my new plan is to have a ready pack of cupcakes. If a man asks for my digits, I will hand him a cupcake, watch him eat it, and if the end result is similar to this picture then I will give my number to them. If they cannot enjoy my baked goods in such fashion, they are not the man for me. (Okay, addendum, if they call me my lil croissant like in the Mad TV Can I Have Your Number sketch, it might sway my opinion and I will let them off easy for only enjoying my cupcake rather than smearing it all over their face while devouring every morsel, but otherwise? I am sticking to my guns.) Chocolate+alloverface=youcanhavemynumber.
This cupcake was just one of those down home kinda cupcakes. I have the frosting guns and fancy things, but sometimes, a homegrown cupcake just needs a slab of frosting and some love. Perfection was in the consumption. The moist light and pure taste of the carrot zucchini chocolate cupcake topped with fudge was a little bit of heaven. I had mine with some frozen yogurt and sweet momma! I died a little. I was honestly questioning its potential for goodness, because my recent try-to-make-it-healthy-since-my-friends-are-always-yelling-at-me-for-baking-treats-with-a-million-things-that-could-make-you-fat has resulted in a lot of desserts that have N-O-T NOT made me all melty on the inside and more sad than anything. These however? Not so much. So. Good.
I mean, I can do the health thing, like the vegan apple breakfast crisp that I made for my friends for breakfast this morning, but sometimes life needs butter and one or five scoops of ice cream on top of it. And these recipes compel you to avoid that. I get sad. Especially since I have a second stomach reserved specifically for ice cream.
As I go about my rabbit eating ways, there has never been an off-limits rules for sweets. Every day ends will a little sugar in my world and I have no shame in that. Every spinach leaf and celery stick comes with the promise of future decadence and so I nibble away with glee. Somehow knowing that pleasure will soon be experienced makes the more laborious tasks bearable (and believe me, if you have ever timed me eating my morning breakfast of carrots and peanut butter it does count as a laborious task). Today, as a result of this idea of mine, I am challenging the great Forest Gump. I don't think life is like a box of chocolates. The sweetness of chocolate doesn't get to be experienced here on Earth. We are in the rabbit food part of our existence. Chomping our way through the dating game, our jobs, our kids, our families, our stresses and our small celebrations that don't even surmount to a tenth of the decadence to come. The world doesn't lend itself to contentment anymore a salad when you are really really really hungry and in search of something more. The world is also full of temptation to stray and you had better believe that there is a whole bunch of fried chicken and gravy smothered mashed potatoes standing in your way. But I cling to the promise that heaven will be the 25-step-cheesecake-that-took-3-days-to-make and you had better believe it will be worth every sacrifice made here on Earth. C.S. Lewis says it well when he says, "Aim at heaven and you will get Earth thrown in, aim at Earth and you will get neither." I can dig that.
"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize." 1 Corinthians 9:24