We are not a shopping Mecca. We aren’t an education center, lacking even a community college of our own. We have no public transportation, not even a taxi. But I am thrilled to announce that after a long baked goods drought … Uxbridge has cupcakes!
Driving home from our first doctor’s appointment of the day, we were stuck behind one of the many slow drivers who delight in tormenting us … and when I looked to my right, I caught my breath. What to my wondering eyes should appear, but a cupcake bakery!
“Pull over,” I yelled to Garry.
What?” he said.
“Pull over. Here. Now!”
And he did. Puzzled, but figuring there must be an emergency of which he was unaware. I leapt from the car and hustled into the bakery. Glancing at the price list (wow, not cheap … but hey, a great cupcake is worth it), I bravely announced: “I’ll take six.”
Two carrot. Two key lime. Two strawberry shortcake.
I brought them back to the car. “What was that about?” asked Garry.
“Cupcakes, my darling. Beautiful, elegant cupcakes.”
He didn’t understand and I didn’t explain. Until we got home. Then, I showed him the cupcakes.
“Aha,” he said. Selecting a carrot cupcake, he bit into it. “Oh,” he said. And sighed.
I ate one of the key limes. Later, I devoured a strawberry shortcake. This morning, I had the remaining carrot, and Garry ate the second key lime.
One strawberry shortcake remains.
Cupcakes. They aren’t just for elementary school parties anymore.