With a cherry on top

Tell me, pretty please … Where does a girl go in this town to find a decent cupcake?

In case you haven’t noticed, I have a slight preoccupation with food, sweets in particular. Today things took a turn for the not-so-good when I ingested an entire cupcake’s worth of uncooked batter  (containing 3 – count ‘em – 3 raw eggs). I’m pretty sure I just gave myself salmonella, or whatever strain of food-borne illness one would contract after committing such a shameful act.

In a couple of hours I’ll probably be dead, but right now I have a belly full of sweet cake battery goodness. And I feel fine. (And, truthfully, slightly bloated.)

Here’s what I (eventually) baked. Notice there are only 11 finished cupcakes. I wasn’t lying … I ate a full serving of raw batter. And someday soon I’ll do it again. Just so long as I don’t die of bacteria-induced dehydration first. Better start pushing fluids now, just in case. Luckily, this whipped frosting is light enough to drink through a straw.