recently renounced my devout atheism.

I now worship Saint Cupcake, the patron saint of sweetness. Having become a devoteé of our Holy Lady of the Spatula, I am a Cupcake novice. I eagerly await further instruction as a novitiate, and hope with all of my heart that my period of testing for acceptability includes many hours of hot fudge vanilla adoration.

Stacey, who I always THOUGHT was my friend (you bad, bad woman) introduced me to the sainthood yesterday . Like any cult indoctrination, much love bombing was included ... the sugary, buttery, creamy chocolate variety.

At Saint Cupcake, they keep it simple. They do cupcakes. and cupcakes alone. But not just ANY cupcakes. I observed chocolate with hot fudge, vanilla with hot fudge, carrot cake, buttercream frosting galore. Lemon and banana too. Oh, and red velvet. How could I forget the red velvet with cream cheese frosting? But I tell you the absolute best are the ones with the hot fudge icing. not the buttercream. the HOT FUDGE!!!!!!! (for emphasis)

The interior of my new place of worship is pretty and pink with lots of gold and cocoa scrolly designs and feminine swirlies. An ode to Saint Cupcake is lovingly printed in beautiful cursive on the wall. Very poetic. And spiritual. And bless their sainted souls, they sell mini-cupcakes so you can either A. Be righteous by eating lighter or B. Feel self-righteous by eating several smaller ones and convincing yourself it could have been worse. either way, a winner!

Yeah. MY kind of spiritual.