hate to say i told you so...

that is a lie! i kind of love to say i told you so.

when we came back to Nashville, i wondered when we'd start getting specialty cupcake shops, since there seemed to be one on every block in Chicago. before too long, one appeared. i had my doubts. 1) their logo is UGLY, and this, to me, is a crime, and 2) i was jealous i didn't open one first. i tried to refrain from trash talking, but i could never stifle my grumpy grimace when someone mentioned this place.

now, you gotta understand, in addition to being a logo snob, i've been known to make a good cupcake. several people in town are aware of this fact and regularly pay me to do so. and these days decorating cupcakes is part of my daily routine as well. after a handful of ho-hum reviews from friends, imagine my secret glee when this phone call came at my workplace:

"i have an emergency. i ordered some cupcakes from another shop for a baby shower and they are HORRIFIC. i absolutely can not serve them to my guests. is there any way you can make me some for this afternoon?"

don't mess with cupcakes. this is a serious matter. despite their trendiness, a cupcake in and of itself does not make people happy. they have to taste good and look cute too! and fyi, you're supposed to refrigerate things covered in buttercream...