{"id":808,"date":"2008-09-16T15:22:32","date_gmt":"2008-09-16T15:22:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mrsglaze.com\/2008\/09\/16\/mccain-cupcakes\/"},"modified":"2012-04-03T01:43:07","modified_gmt":"2012-04-03T01:43:07","slug":"mccain-cupcakes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.amyglaze.com\/mccain-cupcakes\/","title":{"rendered":"McCain Cupcakes with Sprinkles"},"content":{"rendered":"
I entered Eleni’s Cupcake shop in the Chelsea Market.<\/p>\n
Let me rephrase that: I was reeled in quickly like a line-caught trout heroically flopping away for freedom but tragically hooked by the smell of frosting and cake.<\/p>\n
They must pump that heavenly smell above the entrance for people like me who are slaves to their salivary glands.<\/p>\n My inner magpie was dazzled by the bright pink store with old fashioned glass cake tiers filled with perfect tiny frosted cakes in colorful shapes and tantalizing flavors.<\/p>\n “Can I take a picture?”<\/p>\n “Only if you buy one. And only of that cupcake. Not the whole store.”<\/p>\n “Okay. Hmmmm… is that really McCain?… I’ll take that one.”<\/p>\n For some odd reason the little shop only had McCain cupcakes of the political persuasion. No Obama, no Palin, no Liberman \u2013 just McCain. I’m not sure why. Honestly I couldn’t figure out if they were celebrating him, pawning off leftovers from the RNC, or indulging customers in some twisted fantasy.<\/p>\n And frankly, I was sort of curious as to how they would flavor the presidential candidate.<\/p>\n I asked the staff, “Why McCain?” but nobody answered. They just sort of shrugged, smirked, and looked sheepishly between one another.<\/p>\n And yes, I could have chosen one of the vanilla cakes topped with flakes of dried coconut clear up to the sky or a strawberry one with girlish pink swirls of buttercream. But…<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
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