I’m absolutely, positively, definitely someone who can be accused of having a sweet tooth. With regards to desserts I can never get enough. Cakes, pastries, gateaux, trifles, donuts, brownies, flapjacks, muffins… You name it, I love it!
In particular, cupcakes have been my Achilles’ heel for a long time now. And I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve embarrassed my family countless times by allowing my cupcake greed to take over at get-togethers and parties.
But I just can’t help it; I always fall victim to the irresistible gravitational pull that no one else appears to be able to feel but me! An invisible force which only ever leads me to one place… the cupcake-arrangement table.
The dozens of rows of tiny cakes are always organised so meticulously, with each little vibrantly-coloured cake suspended magically on a mammoth spiralling cupcake stand. I can never seem to resist plucking one or two… or three and then proceed to dart sheepishly back to my table, cakes concealed under my napkin, of course!
But my tricks and cover-ups are always rendered fruitless, because as soon as I return smugly to my seat I’m instantly annihilated by a round of dirty looks from my mum and sisters. ‘Sharan, you’re so embarrassing… stop eating all the cakes! What will people think?!’
Being accustomed to such situations, it’s easy to drown out their disapproval, because as long as I have a soft, fluffy cupcake pressed to my lips, all I can hear is sweet, sweet music.
‘A moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips!’ my sister threatens foxily, all the while eyeing me up and down… but honestly, I couldn’t care less! And as I slowly sink my teeth into a fresh cupcake, I feel like the cat that’s got the cream 🙂