It’s been almost two months now since I first though, hmmm, I wouldn’t mind a cupcake. No just any cupcake. But a cupcake cupcake. Beautifully baked cake, perfect icing lovingly applied. Perhaps some decoration on the top. A thing of beauty cupcake. The thought crosses my mind every now and again. I think about a cupcake. But still, I haven’t had one. Now whhhhhhy, you’re probably asking? Or maybe you think you know. Let me tell you more about that.

Firstly. It’s not a diet thing. It’s not even a sugar thing. One cupcake is not going to sink this ship. I’m a fan of the whole everything in moderation thing. Even if I don’t think that necessarily includes sugar. If I want a cupcake. One beautiful cupcake. Well I’m going to have it. Enjoy it. Record the WW points. Drink lots of water. And have it. So that’s not the hold up.

It’s not even that I couldn’t bake one. I probably could. It wouldn’t be the piece of perfection I imagine my dream cupcake to be. Probably. And then, I’d be disappointed. And I’d have to feed my Hubby the remaining batch of cupcakes. Or I could do that single cupcake thing like the lady in Bridesmaids. but that scene always seemed so sad and lonely to me. So no matter how hard I’m crushing on a cupcake, I just couldn’t be bothered to try.

Which brings us to the REAL reason. There are shops here. Lots of them. There are cafes and restaurants and speciality bakeries. Lots of places sell cake. Cakes, slices, biscuits and other sweeties. none of which interest me in the slightest. Because, as you might remember I am on a mission for one, delightful, colourful, light and fluffy and wonderful cupcake. And so far, in my whooooole town, I’ve found none. Because supermarket cupcakes don’t count. I even went to the MARKETS for goodness sake. But some cupcake heffers beat me to them all.

Ok, I may have slept in.

Anyway. that’s beside the point. There is a gaping gap in the market place. Not a single cupcake in this whole town. Who came up with this plan. Seriously, you city people have no idea how lucky you are to just be wandering down the street and be like, oh hey, cupcake store. No thanks. Not today. Gosh. Talk about blind to your blessings. Are YOU blind to their beauty and charm now? Do you ever stop to smell the cupcakes? Well do you?

So here I am. Dreaming of a beautiful vanilla, or maybe lemon, cupcake.

I just want one.

Only one.

And then I’ll be done with the whole idea.

My hunger will be satisfied.

Sated.

And that will be it.

Sigh. Cupcakes. Why you so pretty?

Please tell me you get like this sometime. Seriously. Tell me I’m not the only one. Maybe you feel this way about wine too. Just a bit. Or not. Whatever. Tell me and make me feel less cookoo craaaazy.