Once, I was named Cupcake Caretaker. Yes, a tray full of colorful, scrumptious looking cupcakes was entrusted to MY care.
We won't discuss the intelligence of this move. The owner of said cupcakes apparently didn't know of my terrible frosting affliction. I valiantly fought off would-be munchers. But late in the day, I was left alone.
With the cupcakes.
If you suffer from a sugar addiction like mine, then you'll know that cupcakes, cookies, ice cream, and other num nums have a voice and they call out to those who can hear. Kinda like Harry Potter speaking that snake language...
Anyway, there's only so much resistance in this body, and when the afternoon munchies set in, I couldn't help myself, I snuck off to the secret cupcake hideout and snagged me one of the beauties.
I ate it, and it was wonderful. The cake (white in this case) was moist and light. The frosting was smooth and (of course) sweet.
I might have gotten away with it too, but I overlooked one very important small detail.
Sometimes food coloring stains.
And in this case my teeth and lips were GREEN.
So I'm smiling away at the world, completely unaware that I'm announcing my guilt with every toothy grin.
The moral of the story? Eat the frosting first so the cake will help 'wash' away the evidence.
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