So my son put me on the hook for the creation of cup cakes a couple of weekends ago…and later that day we’re in the store…after making my way to the aisle w/the baking goods…I find the box…and I’m in no hurry, Although Oskar, my son, clearly is.
I’m looking the box over…I see the picture…beautiful frosted cups of moist cake waiting to be snarfed by my son and his willing accomplices, my wife and daughter…while I’m out toiling and sweating and fighting off the inequities of the world…including the ones foisted by Mr. Duncan and Ms. Hines or whomever is behind that evil faceless corporate monster!
On the box, it says one will need…
1. 1/2 cup of water
2. At least 1 egg…(I can’t remember exactly)
3. Butter or some butter-ish substance
And that’s all…it says nothing about needing the little cups…nor does it say anything about needing, the key ingredient, frosting.
Now, I get home, and my wife assures me there is no frosting in the box. My daughter finds cups from some previoius cup-caking adventure…but sure as shit, no frosting. WTF!
Ok, now I’m peeved, more over…I feel discriminated against. Why the double standard? Because I’m a man?
Listen here Mr. Duncan Hines people…in a world full of disclaimers…would a simple “Frosting and cups sold seperately” be too much to ask? My son was ready to spit…the only upshot of course being that my loving wife made the frosting from scratch…
Still, it makes no logical sense that you would put the picture of the completed item on the box when in fact, the complete item would, in fact be NAKED! Sans the joi de vivre of the sucrose blanket it so deserved…end of rant.
