There were cupcakes at work on Wednesday.
Three giant boxes randomly arrived from Sprinkles just as I was about to go on my break, which means it was destiny. I don't know why we were gifted with them, but I'm not going to question it. Cupcakes - well ok, pretty much all baked goods - are generally the excuse for the "lazy" part of my lazy veganism. If it has sugar in it, I'm probably going to eat it.
I've only had a Sprinkles cupcake one other time in my life and I don't remember it having as much frosting as this one. I think a good frosting-to-cake ratio on a cupcake should be 1:2 - as in one part frosting and two parts cake (that's how ratios work, right??) - and this cupcake nailed it. Meaning I bit into it and was like "holyshitsomuchfrostiiiiiiing."
I always separate cupcakes by breaking them in half horizontally so I can eat the cake part first and the frosting part second - best for last. I was a good part of the way into the frosting half when I had to stop and consider.
My 29-year-old brain thought "This is a SHIT TON of sugar. Do I actually want to eat this whole thing? And at 11:15am?" And then my 9-year-old brain took over and was like "Hahahahahaahaaaaa DUH." So I did.
And then my next two hours were spent dancing around and smiling a little too enthusiastically at customers while I embraced my heart palpitations. I swear that at one point I was even singing that song from the The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy wakes up from the poppy nap.
And then four hours later I was cranky and ready for a nap... or another cupcake. Sugar is a hell of a drug.