Confession Time: My Addiction

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive

If you don't have it you're on the other side

I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

From Not an Addict by Fiona Apple

So unlike some Christian writers who want to deny a song (which is really about drugs) is about drugs in order to illustrate a (non-drug) point, I will fully admit that this song is, indeed, about drugs. But this post? This post is not about drugs but an addiction of a completely different sort. My friends, I think I am addicted to cupcakes.

I know. I know what some of you are thinking. But really…it’s true. I am a cupcakeophile….a full-fledged cupcake addict. I come to work and my very not-cupcake-related job and think about cupcakes. I think about fun ways to decorate cupcakes, how I might mail a dozen cupcakes across the country without smashing their beautiful frosting, what kind of cupcakes I want to bake next, how I might convert a normal cupcake recipe into a low Weight Watchers points but still entirely delicious cupcake. I read cupcake blogs. I look at cupcake pictures. I write down ideas I have about different kinds of cupcakes I could make. I dream of beginning a book review feature on the Cupcakes Take the Cake blog, that I might head, just so I can get free copies of cupcake books.

My friends….it’s bad. I feel like Izzie from Grey’s Anatomy. A brunette, Italian, married, non-surgical Izzie. Yup. That’s me.

And tonight, after I go get my nails done a sadly more grown-up color than they are now, I’m going to go home to feed the addiction. While working on my “Great Felted Mitten Experiment” I shall devise a delicious, yet low-point cupcake alternative to rich, decadent, chocolaty cupcake goodness. I will keep you apprised of the results.