I apologize in advance for the banana.
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Location, Location, Location?
Sprinkles, a designer cupcake bakery, has decided to make their products available 24/7 by opening cupcake “ATM” at their locations in LA—the upscale name is presumably a loophole to get around any Beverly Hills ordinances against “vending machines.”
I have to admit, it’s pretty shiny.
Though if I’m craving cupcakes that badly at midnight, I’d probably go for a box of Hostess—or better yet, Zingers—from the nearest GasMart. You get eight for less than four bucks and they have creme filling.
‘Cause I’m just that klassy.
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Edible Art
A Chinese street vendor makes the most beautiful snack I’ve ever seen.
You can see this little boy thinking, “But . . . if I eat it . . . it will be gone.”
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The First Sign of Spring
And the reason I traditionally give up dieting for Lent.
If you haven’t tried at least one of these and you don’t have a tragic medical reason for not doing so,* do so.
Start with the original.
You can thank me later.
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I Can’t Explain This One
Except to say that I must have a dirty mind, because I’m still not sure if it’s Safe for Work or not . . .
. . . and I did say I was sorry.
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*Which, in my opinion, includes not caring much for chocolate. This isn’t just a pathology, it’s a crime against Nature, which wants us to be happy and evolved cacao trees specifically to do the job.
Earful of Cider 