Muffin man

I have a little problem, and it's time to go on record.

Lately, I spend more time thinking about cupcakes than one should probably admit in public.

I make these things for the same reason that most people do yoga: to find some inner peace. And why not? The cupcake balances style with simplicity, luxury with abstinence, and it does it in a convenient, palm-sized package.

I've got the fab process down to less than 30 minutes--including baking time--so bringing new cupcakes into the world is no longer considered a hassle. However, I always end up making a batch (two dozen) just so I can have one or two. What am I supposed to do with the other 22?

I've started bringing them to the office, but people have started to talk:

'Cupcakes? Again?'

There should be some sort of shelter where stray baked goods can be taken with the promise of finding a good home. This way, I could continue to bring cupcakes into the world, guilt free. (I'm not about to spay my oven.)

I'll talk to you tomorrow. I've got to go frost a batch.