This morning, she brought over the menu, so that I would know exactly what kind of cupcakes would be there today. As I was leaving for lunch, she reminded me not to be pokey, because the truck would be there by the time I got back. And so it was. I could see it from my window. There were about a dozen people in line when I got there.
Three bucks for a cupcake. That's called A Trip to Starbucks, people. It came in a little lunch bag, so you have to take care not to smush your frosting.
And it looks like this:
I ordered the Classic Vanilla. Normal sized cupcake with a cute swirl of frosting. It sure doesn't look like anything spectacular. The verdict?
The cake was the best tasting cupcake I have ever had in my life. The frosting was...too much. It felt like eating butter. To be fair, I was a true frosting person as a child. I seem to have outgrown it. I keep forgetting that I have outgrown it. So I have a habit of eating the bottom part first, thus doubling up on the amount of frosting I am eating with the top part.
You can't do that.
A three dollar cupcake is pretty steep, but for a once a week treat, I can see it. But I am not Friending (or Liking or Following or whatever) them on Facebook.
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