Candy Cane Carnage

Slowly but surely, I will destroy every tasty thing in my kitchen in the name of photography – or for cupcake experiments.   These candy canes were crushed for a new cupcake I was trying to bake. 

Tragic story.  I slaved over this new recipe but neglected to do one very important thing – restrain my hair.  So, when my cupcake creations, complete with crushed candy cane topping arrived at Matt’s house tonight, and when Rick took a big bite and the longest strand of my my blonde hair was pulled slowly from his mouth, I was horrified.  Of course someone else saw the long hair and had a slight mental breakdown and had to spit out his cupcake into the trash.  I was crushed.  How could I allow my hair to end up in my culinary triumph?  Unacceptable. 

2010 is determined to defeat me.  I can’t wait to get into 2011 when my hair avoids cake batter, men learn to be honest, and I lose the 20 stress  I’ve gained.  Grrrr.  

Wow, this wasn’t so much a cautionary tale of hair-baking follies as it was a venting session for 2010!