I apologize in advance for the banana.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
*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.
15 thoughts on “Random Thursday: Three Noms and a Not”
So, yeah, thanks for all the great support for my healthy diet.
*sigh* I’m gonna have to screen these posts of yours before I check in here.
Anything I can do to help, Sherry. 😉
As my Dad says, “Everything in moderation . . . Including moderation!”
Have I mentioned lately that I love your dad?
Moderation in moderation?? Brilliant.
Those cupcake ATMs were all over the business news today. All I could think was how crazy that some people can’t get grocery stores in their neighborhoods and wealthy neighborhoods get cupcake ATMs. So I left work and went for a walk, my new thing instead of stuffing myself from the vending machine when I can’t take it. I walked about a mile and as I was coming back to my building there was a green food truck (the latest food craze has made its way to Chicago). What kind? A CUPCAKE truck.
It took everything I had not to stop. Well, not everything. I don’t think I could pay 4 bucks for a cupcake. Ever. But man did they look good.
So being that I believe in signs, what are the cupcakes trying to tell me????
I have no idea, Lyra — if a food doesn’t come wrapped in or stuffed with a fortune, all I ever hear it say is, “Eat me.”
Sometimes this is helpful, but it’s never really profound. 🙂
I would SO pay $4 for a cupcake. LOOK AT THEM!!! The cute little box, the perfect treat within!!! And they’re big enough to share, so really it’s a $2 cupcakelet!!! (Don’t you love my logic?)
(Used up my monthly allotment of exclamation points.)
Share? A cupcake? Um . . . sure, Averil. Whatever you say . . . 🙂
I thought no one ate in LA?
I’m not “allowed” to watch the banana video due to my geographic location. Can’t decide if I should be mad or grateful.
That was my understanding, but then again, who would all those people feel pseudo-superior to, if there weren’t any real-sized people around? Plus those are designer cupcakes, so there’s probably some caché to casually carrying them around to “save for later.”
Wow . . . I must be in a mood . . .
You can’t get the Bananan vid?! Try YouTubing “Cartoon Network Banana Dance.” Or if you can access Cartoon Network, watch it for five minutes . . . Or you could just send a letter of thanks to the broadcasting regulators, because I’ve been humming that thing for a week now. 😀
damnit, the banana is blocked. Off to youtube 🙂
I hope it works . . . I can’t imagine why this particular video would be blocked.
Sprinkles cupcakes are crazy good. I live in LA and believe me we eat.
That’s great, CJ! Um, how about a care package? 🙂
That lollipop is out of this world. Watching him create it was hypnotizing.
And all freehand! I don’t know if I’d eat it or frame it.
Aw, heck, who am I fooling? I’d buy two . . .