In Praise of Starbucks' Mini-Cupcakes
I really don't care for cupcakes--never did, and made it a point not to during the recent craze for the fad.
Combine the two together, and one can reasonably expect me rolling my eyes over them, if not outright rant. But I cannot tell a lie: their mini-cupcakes are the greatest mini-cupcakes I've ever scarfed down.
Using the same magic that Starbucks has used to convince a nation that their day hasn't started until queuing up for overpriced, over-sugared drinks, the Starbucks mini-cupcake is an exercise in concentration: picking a flavor, and overwhelming anyone who eats it with said flavor. Carrot cake is like coating your tongue in the telltale tart cream and lingering sweetness of the cake; the above, a peanut butter mini-cupcake topped with a peanut butter cup, has an ostensibly chocolate center but really is nothing else than the smooth, velveety, creamy flavor of that peanut butter frosting on top.