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Let Me Eat Cake

I can be very dramatic when it comes to sweets. I used to think I could subsist on ice-cream and chocolate cake alone. I don’t think that anymore, but there was a time when all I cared about was having my daily dose of sugar.

Lately I’ve become obsessed with the salads at Pluto’s. At a minimum, I’m there four times a week. Large Caesar salad with 7 toppings: blue cheese, tomatoes, croutons, beets, jicama, onions, and more blue cheese. Their ingredients are fresh. It’s inexpensive ($5.86). It’s not too far from where I live. And I’m finally eating healthy. The only drawback is their lack of heat. Last time I was there, I ate with the hood of my coat draped over half my head, and my left hand shoved in my pocket. Braving the frigid Bay Area cold is worth it, though. I do believe their food is out of this world–hence the name Pluto’s.

I noticed a new cupcakery that opened across the street from Pluto’s and decided to give it a try. I’m always game for anything sweet. The attendant helped me pick out the Passion Fruit flavor. I didn’t realize the cost until she rang me up at the register. $3. I was floored. $3 for a measly regular-sized cupcake? How absurd. My huge salad with all the fixings was barely twice that price. And that was for a whole meal. When had dessert become a meal of its own?!

I picked up my to-go box and exited, steaming as I briskly walked to my car. How dare they? $3 for a friggin cupcake. Just because they’re in the Marina, do they think they can mark-up their prices like that?

When I got home, I opened the box and stared at it. Sure it looked pretty. But this better be one damned good cupcake for $3. I cut into it with a knife and fork like I was getting ready to eat steak. I wanted to make sure I had half frosting half cupcake with each bite.

OMIGOD, THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING CUPCAKE!!!

It was orgasmic. I had been so upset about the price, but now I was thinking they should be charging more. And it got even better. The cupcake was filled with passion fruit curd that oozed out of the middle. Delicious! By the time I was through, I was glowing. Try one. They have my highest recommendation.

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