Trading one addiction for another

Recently, with the help of my community’s department of mental health services, I was informed that I am addicted to work. Apparently, “workaholic” is an actual thing. Usually, I feel as though if I work twelve hours a day, it’s not enough, and I don’t have enough time to get anything done.

This is A Zombie Ate My Cupcake, a book full of some of the strangest, most pointlessly complicated cupcakes you will ever see. And I have made it my personal mission this summer to make them. All of them.

Mine turned out quite short, because I am new to this whole cupcake thing and I didn’t fill the cups enough. As it turns out, that was a point in my favor, because once I had made twelve little cupcakes, I had enough left to make my own version of a rainbow cake. I made a tie-dye cake:

This fulfilled my life-long need to eat something that looked like the pretend food they ate in Neverland in Hook.

Aww and yeah. Look at all that rainbow-y goodness. These cupcakes are magical. I don’t know what it is about eating something that looks like you’re having a mild hallucination, but it tasted delicious. As per Ms. Vanili’s forward, I used fair-trade ingredients whenever possible. Farm fresh eggs and hand churned, organic butter from the hippie farm. I think it made the cake taste more psychedelic, even if it came out of a boxed mix.