Cupcake Delights and TSA Idiots

I feel I am a pretty good baked good connoisseur. I feel you may agree just by taking a look at the size of me. {Yeah, see what I mean.} And then you may be saying, 'Hey, what are you doing writing about cupcakes?! I thought you were supposed to be getting fit with your Chunky Brewster group, fatty!' And I say to you, 'Whoa there fella, don't be so quick to judge!' Hear me out...

The other day I read what I felt to be an outrage of a story. I woman traveling from Las Vegas had her cupcake confiscated by TSA because they said the frosting constituted a 'gel like substance' and exceeded the allowable limit...

What?! Outrage I say! Outrage! That has to be one of the most ridiculous things I have EVER heard! I bet those idiots at security were hungry and saw this tasty little treat come through and decided to confiscate it and I bet they ate it themselves.

Had I been this woman, I would have flipped a bloody lid. No one, I repeat no one is going to take my baked goods away from me! Especially with some lame ace excuse like they gave. No way, no how would I have just turned them over without a fight. I think of every time I go to New York...I come back with cupcakes from a delightful little place called Crumbs Bakery that is just  a hop, skip, and a sprinkle away from David Letterman's theater. Has anyone tried to take those from me at LaGuardia? Nopers. And it better stay that way!

So as I speak of baked goods and cupcakes, I thought I would share a local little gem with you... It is a place called "Ye Old Cupcake Shoppe" in 'The Junction' in Ogden. It is one of the best around. And the lady who owns and runs it, Shelly, is an absolute delight! I highly recommend you go in and try it out. She is a gem. Tell her that Shannon of the Chunky Brewsters from Salt Lake sent you...

Shelly and I in front of the case of 'magic'...

Chunky Brewster

It all started on an elevator a couple of weeks ago...
I got on and once I was standing inside, it began to beep. The beep that states 'Help! I've got too much weight on me and there is no way I can take you fatties up even one floor, someones gotta get off!" Yep, that kind of beep. Luckily it was just a false alarm, and some man's hand being in the door was to blame. (Don't worry, his hand wasn't shut in the door, he was just holding it open...)

Fast forward a few days. I am on another elevator with my G~Pa (who was with me during the first beeping experience). I get on, and what happens?...you guessed it, more bloody beeping! My G~Pa looks at me, laughs and tells me that I might have to get off and take the stairs.

So I believe that it is all a sign. A giant, beeping, super-sized sign that it is time for me to trade in my cupcakes for cardio... What?! That is just crazy talk right there.What am I saying?!? Forget all that treadmill talk... I am going to hold onto my cupcakes for dear life. (In fact I will clutch one in each hand as to make it a well balanced diet.) And I'll just take my chances at another beepin' elevator!