Am I really the only person in the world who does not have a sweet tooth?
If I read one more boring blog post about delicious ‘cupcakes’ I will throw myself out of the window.
OK, I won’t read the posts, because I don’t really want to a) fall on the pavement b) end up in the rubbish bins.
But still these blogs posts, appear, endlessly, everywhere.
In the midst of serious problems worldwide, what better to do than write about ‘cupcakes’.
What is it with the world that this is the most important thing to write about?
And what is it with changing the English language to call them cupcakes?
Fair enough for Americans to call them that, but why do English people suddenly want to call them cupcakes?
Stupid name. They are buns and they go in bun trays. That’s why bun trays are called bun trays.
Here is a rather fine wiki quote:
In North England and Ireland, a bun is also a name given to small cakes, e.g. sponge buns, currant buns and butterfly buns.
When I were a lass and came home from school, if I was lucky my mother had been baking.
There were butterfly buns, which were plain sponge buns with the middle hollowed out and filled with nice sickly buttercream. The middle was cut in half and the two wings were perched aside the sickly mound like a butterfly’s wings, hence the name.
Sometimes the top was just taken out and we had fresh cream and jam (Tiptree’s Little Scarlet of course) in the centre, with the tiny top sitting neatly above like a hat.
Then there were currant buns, which my father called queen cakes. I thought they were boring. No cream or buttercream.
And there were chocolate ones too. But not this trendy fudge stuff. Rowntree’s cocoa chucked in the sponge mix. And in the buttercream too. Delicious.
There were other toppings. Sometimes my mother would melt some dark chocolate and coat each cake with that. Yum.
Or put horrible icing on and hundreds and thousands or those vile silver balls. Not so yum.
Either way, those delicious cakes of my childhood didn’t look remotely like the bouffant hair-do cupcakes of today.
Perhaps I can spearhead the movement for a fairy cake revival?
Far more interesting than writing about crass political decisions, invasion of other countries, world bankers ripping everyone off, environmental devastation, political prisoners, rape, abuse and murder of women, torturing and killing animals for fun (and for food, fur and clothing, as well as far as that goes), I’m tired even thinking about those terribly dull issues.
Let’s hear it for the fairy cake revival eh? 🙂
* Title attributed to Marie Antoinette, whether or not she was talking about brioche or cake before any pedants start is totally irrelevant. There was no bread to eat and she was talking about them eating something with more ingredients and more expensive. She would probably have liked cupcakes.